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.

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

the words left his mouth, Theo's fist slammed

Benson

ready to strike. A

had

problem, take it out on me. Just

fist. She hesitated momentarily but still rushed before Benson, her voice

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 him get beaten without the slightest reaction-something in

you're really just going to sit there and watch Benson

Sophie's outburst and let out a mocking laugh. "Did he say anything when you hit me just now?" Benson's face stiffened, a mix

eyes were

Theo, this isn't Sophie's fault. Don't hurt her," Benson muttered, swallowing hard as he