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

his mouth, Theo's

as Theo sent Benson sprawling to the floor with a

lion ready to strike. A cold, sharp glint flickered in his

Benson had

you have a problem, take it out on me.

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

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

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

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

her eyes were empty-cold,

fault. Don't hurt her," Benson muttered, swallowing hard as

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