Chapter 616
“Why are you all willing to be fooled by her? What’s so good about her? It’s all her fault. She wants to kill me, she wants to kill all of you…”
As soon as Sophia finished, the bodyguard strode forward and kicked her hard. Sophia screamed. She felt a sharp pain in her abdomen and looked at the bodyguard in disbelief. Before she could speak, she saw him approaching with a knife.
“How dare you!” Sophia’s eyes widened.
The bodyguard’s knife slashed her arm. Blood splattered instantly, dripping down her arm and onto Henry’s chest. Her blood flowed over Henry’s wound. Sophia screamed again. She felt a burning sensation in her fingertips, as if they were about to ignite.
Henry shoved Sophia away with a bang. She fell back onto the bed, her ten fingers covered in blood. The pain left her unable to move. Sophia stared at her stiff fingers with hatred, then turned to Henry.
He climbed out of bed and wiped the blood off himself. There wasn’t a scratch on him. Her confusion intensified until Henry turned his back, tore off a fake chest from his body, and flung the artificial skin onto her face.
“A fake chest, Henry? You tricked me! How did you know I was going to attack you?” Sophia shivered, feeling as though she had fallen into a trap. No wonder her fingers seemed stuck when she stabbed it.
A sarcastic smile spread across Henry’s face as he nudged something with his foot. “Dear Sophia, how could I dare splash sulfuric acid on my chest if it weren't fake? You’ve been coveting my heart’s blood for so long. Atlas is injured, and you wouldn’t dare approach Caspian. Am I not the only one left in the Bennett family?” he said self-deprecatingly.
Sophia’s face turned grim at the mention of sulfuric acid. She stared at her ten fingers, almost corroded; bloody, mangled, with bone faintly visible. Her nails seemed ready to fall off at the slightest touch. Her once-prized slender hands were ruined.
“Why would you do this to me! Even if I wanted your heart’s blood, you didn’t have to ruin my hands! Did Odalys brainwash you?” Sophia asked frantically. She was a master at shifting blame.
Odalys, enraged, laughed without retort. She looked at Sophia as if she were a fool. “Your memory isn't what it used to be. Do you think you're only twenty like me? Or do you simply not notice how your face turns sallow like a middle-aged woman every time you fail to absorb someone else’s luck!”
Sophia was stunned, her eyes flickering nervously. Odalys continued, “Have you forgotten, or are you deliberately trying not to remember? We both know the Love Spell is most beneficial to you, and you were even willing to trade your body for luck! What? Afraid to admit your real—"
Odalys’s words caused Sophia to tremble instinctively.
“It’s alright if you don’t want to admit it! Let me show you someone,” Odalys said.
Orson walked in, carrying a person. Without a word, he threw the person onto the bed beside Sophia. She saw his body covered in sores, a patch of skin peeling off his face. Rotting flesh, mixed with foul-smelling blood, oozed onto her sheets.
“Who is it?” Sophia was terrified. Despite the throbbing pain in her fingers, she stared intently at the ulcerated man. She vaguely recognized him, but couldn't remember who he was.
“Sophia Bennet! You bitch. Prepare to die,” Finnian rasped hoarsely, lunging at her.
Hearing the familiar voice, Sophia froze, her pupils dilating. Before she could dodge, Finnian pounced, pushing her onto the bed. A foul smell filled her nostrils – Finnian’s. He pinned her down, opening his mouth to bite her, but his body was weak. Several teeth fell out as he bit her face. Something fell onto her face—several yellowing teeth coated in Finnian’s saliva. Terrified, she almost wet herself. She couldn't believe Finnian had become this way.
“You cursed me with that Love Spell! I will never let you go, even if I die! Sophia Bennet, die!” Finnian’s voice echoed.
Sophia was pinned, looking at his rotting skin and the blood dripping onto her. A clean freak, she felt disgusted for the first time. As she screamed, she saw Finnian’s decaying face slamming towards her. Trapped, unable to break free.
“Help me!” she screamed, her voice hoarse with fear.
She shoved Finnian violently, watching him fall heavily onto the bed. He stared at her with wide-open eyes, but he was no longer breathing. Fear turned her legs to jelly. The stench of decay filled her nostrils, her lips trembled.
Sophia scrambled out of bed in terror. Orson strode over and kicked her back onto the bed beside Finnian.
“Didn’t you want to seduce him? Didn’t you cast the Love Spell on him? Now that he’s been drained of his life force by you and left in this state because of you! And you still want to run?” Orson said in a deep voice.
Pinned to the bed, forced to stare at Finnian’s ghastly form, Sophia collapsed beside him, tears streaming down her face. She turned her head and glared at Odalys.
“Why? Why?” Sophia cried out in despair. She couldn’t understand why Odalys was targeting her, why she’d brought Finnian to her before he died. Was she trying to scare her?
“No reason. He was about to die anyway. I just wanted him to see you one last time before he died,” Odalys said indifferently. She stepped forward, glancing down at Sophia.
Odalys said, “I forgot to remind you that you used a Love Spell on him to harm him. He hated you to the core before he died, so I asked Orson to bring him to you. So he could remember your face before he died. Let him breathe his last before you. The luck you stole from him has vanished with his death.”
Sophia froze, staring at Odalys in disbelief.