Chapter 614

Sophia was willing to risk revealing her true nature to obtain Henry's heart's blood. "Of course, it's because you're a member of the Bennen family! You're the only true Bennett," she whispered, her fingertips resting on Henry's chest. Her sharp fingertips grazed his skin, drawing blood.

Henry's lips pursed nervously, his eyes darting sharply across Sophia's face. As she attempted to move her fingers downward, a searing sensation stopped her. Taken aback, she tried to withdraw her hands, but her fingertips were stuck fast to his chest.

"My hands!" Sophia groaned in pain. She felt as if her fingertips were being corroded by sulfuric acid, faintly smelling burning flesh. Her eyes reddened with pain. She thought, I was too hasty; I hadn't considered Henry would plot against me.

It seemed everything had gone too smoothly. She had become complacent, falling into Henry's trap. He was clearly prepared for her. "Henry, say something! Why are my hands stuck? What did you put on yourself? It hurts so much!" she cried.

The burning continued, but Bennett Villa remained eerily silent. It was as if no one could hear her. Sophia looked around, sensing something was amiss in her room. What is wrong? I checked, and everything was normal. No. Henry is here. What is on him!

She saw a talisman fall from the corner of his shirt, which she had just torn. Staring at it, she exclaimed in disbelief, "What is that? Henry, why do you have a talisman?"

Henry laughed, lying on the bed and regarding her indifferently. He watched her, sitting by the bed in a sexy camisole, her hands clinging to his chest. Her embarrassment amused him. He recalled her terrifying attack in the hospital. This time, however, he was in control. Seeing her comical predicament, he felt utterly relaxed; his recently frayed nerves finally eased. Lying on his bed, he admired her fearful expression, a smile nearly overflowing his eyes.

"Bennett! Who told you to do this? Was it Odalys?"

"Odalys, that bitch! I didn't even provoke her, but she dared to use you against me!" Sophia's hatred for Odalys intensified. Odalys, she thought, was incredibly popular—more so than any actor or actress—across Twitter, TikTok, and other apps. Everyone followed her every move. Even some police officers prioritized her. She had saved people in the family courtyard yesterday, her actions garnering widespread admiration. In contrast, Sophia had been tortured by Windsor.

Chapter 611

Sophia resented the adoration Odalys received while she suffered humiliation. She had believed she could control Windsor and absorb his luck, but everything had failed. She couldn't absorb anyone's luck anymore, not even other Bennetts.

She still didn't understand what had happened. Her previous ability to absorb luck had worked flawlessly. That's why she'd entered Oliver's room, using his blood with the Love Spell, hoping to activate it. She hadn't expected it to fail. Not only had she failed to absorb Henry's luck, but she hadn't even obtained a drop of his blood.

"Tell me! Tell me now! What kind of spell did she cast on you? Why did you hurt me for her?"

"Henry, I'm your sister. I'm the one you've always cherished and protected. Odalys has been secluded; she must have been brainwashed. Now she wants to harm the Bennett family. Why did you hurt me for her? I've been loyal since the accident. Don't you trust me? Please let me go, or I'm going to die!" Sophia pleaded, her voice soft and tearful.

Henry watched her cry, his lips moving slightly. He saw her lower her head, leaning against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. She sobbed softly. "We two have no blood relationship, but it doesn't matter. If you think killing me will make Odalys like you, I'm ready to die."

Leaning against him, her eyes turned vicious. Her fingertips itched to stab him, but her hand remained stuck. The burning sensation persisted. The pain was almost unbearable, yet she endured it, offering him a sad smile. She yearned to kill him. Why does he help Odalys against me? I did nothing, yet they want to hurt me. I just want his heart's blood—a drop, then sew the wound. He wouldn't die, yet he hurts me over this. If my hands were free, I'd kill him now!

A sound of clapping came from outside. Sophia turned to see the door burst open. A figure rushed in. She froze, her eyes widening in disbelief. Staring at the tall figure, she gasped. "Odalys Stone? What are you doing here?"

"Odalys, you bitch! You're trying to frame me!" Sophia seethed, rage burning in her eyes. She wanted to attack Odalys, to tear her face to shreds. Odalys's youthful radiance and innocent beauty contrasted sharply with Sophia's worldliness, making Sophia feel...cheap.

"You did this?" Odalys asked, ignoring Sophia, turning to the person behind her. Percival's imposing figure entered, his gaze sweeping the room. He instinctively shielded Odalys's eyes. "Don't look. It's filthy," he murmured, his hands covering her eyes.