A Surprising Twist of Fates (Sierra and Theo)

Chapter 103 Begging For Mercy "Which hand did you use to hit her? Cut it off yourself."

The icy words sent a chill down Sophie's spine. Beads of sweat gathered on her forehead as her eyes landed on the knife on the floor. Her breath hitched, sheer panic flashing in her wide eyes.

She frantically shook her head. "No, I can't! It was just a slap!"

"Just?" A deadly glint flashed through Theo's eyes, his entire presence radiating a lethal chill. His lips pressed into a thin, merciless line. "And I'm just asking for one of your hands."

Sophie's face turned ghostly pale, completely drained of blood. Her knees buckled, and she grabbed onto Benson's sleeve like a drowning person grasping for a lifeline.

"Benson, please! You have to help me! I don't want to lose my hand—I did it for you!"

Tears welled up in her eyes. This time, they weren't fake—she was truly terrified. She could tell Theo wasn't bluffing.

low. "Uncle Theo, Sierra hit Sophie first. Let's just

the words left his mouth, Theo's fist slammed

Sophie screamed in horror as Theo sent Benson sprawling to the floor with a vicious

eyes burned with deadly intent, like a raging lion ready to strike. A cold, sharp

had let Sierra suffer like

it out on me. Just don't hit

momentarily but still rushed before Benson, her voice shaking with fear as

Sophie standing protectively in front of him, and for a brief moment, he felt a hint of gratitude. But when he turned his gaze to Sierra-sitting there, cold and indifferent, watching

and watch Benson get beaten without saying a

a mocking laugh. "Did he say anything when you hit me just now?" Benson's face stiffened, a mix of emotions

again, but her eyes

Theo, this isn't Sophie's fault. Don't hurt her," Benson muttered, swallowing hard as he forced himself up, pain radiating through his