GoodReadChapter 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, | 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! | 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
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Benson frowned, his voice low. "Uncle Theo, Sierra hit Sophie first. Let's just call it even."
The second the words left his mouth, Theo's fist slammed into his face.
"Benson!" Sophie screamed in horror as Theo sent Benson sprawling to the floor with a vicious kick.
Theo's eyes burned with deadly intent, like a raging lion ready to strike. A cold, sharp glint flickered in his deep-
set gaze.
All this time, Benson had let Sierra suffer like this.
"If you have a problem, take it out on me. Just don't hit Benson anymore."
Sophie saw Theo clenching his fist. She hesitated momentarily but still rushed before Benson, her voice shaking
with fear as she spoke.
Benson looked at 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 him get beaten without the
slightest reaction-something in his eyes dimmed.
"Sierra, you're really just going to sit there and watch Benson get beaten without saying a word? You're
heartless!"
Sierra heard Sophie's outburst and let out a mocking laugh. "Did he say anything when you hitjust now?"
Benson's face stiffened, a mix of emotions swirling inside him, too tangled to put into words.
He looked at her again, but her eyes were empty-cold, detached, like she felt absolutely nothing.
"Uncle Theo, this isn't Sophie's fault. Don't hurt her," Benson muttered, swallowing hard as he forced himself up,
pain radiating through his body.
"How protective of you," Theo said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. His freezing gaze swept over Sophie, making
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"I'll let her keep her hand-for now. But she still needs to learn a lesson. Since she loves making people kneel so
much, she can kneel here all night. And she can punish herself. Do it yourself."
At first, Sophie let out a small breath of relief when she heard the first part. However, as soon as the rest sank in,
her face drained of color again. Panic surged through her as she clutched Benson's arm tightly.
"No, | won't do it!"
"Uncle Theo, Sophie isn't in good health. Please let this go just this once," Benson pleaded.
Theo's expression didn't waver. His voice was cold and merciless. "Her health has nothing to do with me."
Benson felt Sophie trembling beside him. He clenched his jaw, then turned toward Sierra, desperation flickering
in his eyes.
"Sierra, please..... say something. This is my fault. If you're angry, take it out on me. Whatever's between us,
let's handle it ourselves—don't drag anyone else into this."
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