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.

his voice low. "Uncle Theo, Sierra

left his mouth,

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

raging lion ready to strike. A

this time, Benson had let Sierra suffer like

it out on me.

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

moment, he felt a hint of gratitude. But when he turned his gaze to Sierra-sitting there, cold and

just going to sit there and watch Benson get beaten without saying a word? You're

when you hit me just now?" Benson's face stiffened, a mix of emotions swirling inside him, too tangled to

at her again, but her eyes were empty-cold, detached, like

Benson muttered, swallowing

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