Chapter 415

“Alright,” Percival nodded slightly and briskly exited the house, Callum close behind carrying a stack of documents. They moved quickly, their pace urgent. Several bodyguards followed, and three luxury cars sped toward the main road, engines roaring.

Odalys watched the disappearing cars, remaining motionless for a long time, her mind elsewhere.

“Are you worried about him?” Evander’s voice, low and calm, came from behind her.

She hadn’t heard him approach, but he now stood beside her, sharing her gaze. Percival’s car was a distant speck, soon lost to the horizon. Evander slowly turned his head, his expression thoughtful.

“He didn’t look well last night. I suspect he’s been consulting Orson, seeking drugs to suppress his rapid pulse. His pulse seems normal, but in reality, his body is deteriorating rapidly. I need to find the right herbs quickly, or the poison I sealed in his body will resurface, and next time, it might kill him,” Odalys explained calmly, as if discussing something trivial.

But Evander heard the worry beneath her composed tone. She wasn’t unconcerned.

“Do you need me to help find the herbs?” Evander asked after a pause. “Or is there anything else I can do?”

Odalys shook her head, her expression serious.

“No. I’ve already found someone. But you, Evander, must stay put. Don’t go anywhere, not even for a short trip. If anyone asks, refuse them. No exceptions.” Her voice was firm, her eyes meeting his.

Dorian, who had been quietly listening nearby, seemed to shrink back slightly, unease evident.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Stewart. I’ll make sure Evander stays home. No outside contact. I’ll keep a close watch on him,” Dorian quickly assured her. Evander sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t need monitoring. I’ve already been cutting down on socializing. I’m not seeing anyone and won’t be going anywhere.”

“Good.” Odalys’s shoulders relaxed, and the tension eased.

She grabbed her canvas bag and headed for the door. Without another word, she entered her car and drove off. Her mind raced with thoughts of last night’s negative energy at the Bennett Villa and the energy field at the Simpson Villa.

Her phone vibrated, interrupting her thoughts. It was an unfamiliar number—a call she knew was from someone in the Bennett family, and she immediately hung up. She didn't need to answer.

The Bennett family was in turmoil. The only reason they’d contact her now was to beg for help or manipulate her—emotional blackmail, draining her of what little she had left.

But she wasn’t the same woman anymore. If every last one of them were to perish, she wouldn’t lose a second of sleep. She wouldn’t lift a finger to help.

Her foot slammed on the accelerator, her anger boiling over as she rounded a sharp corner. A car appeared unexpectedly, and she barely avoided a collision, swerving and braking hard.

The tires screeched as the Mercedes halted beside the road. She turned to see Henry, disheveled and exhausted, his face swollen and bearing marks of fatigue, limping toward her. Dark circles underscored his eyes.

Odalys said nothing. She opened the car door, her movement swift and decisive. She stepped forward and kicked him hard in the stomach.

“Henry, are you out of your mind? Is it because I didn’t beat you hard enough last time? You’re itching for another round?” Odalys’s voice was sharp, laced with fury.

Henry barely reacted to the kick, seemingly too numb to feel it. Only after she finished yelling did he look up at her, his gaze complicated. His lips trembled before he spoke, his voice strained. “You have a way to save me, don’t you?”

“You left the Bennett family because you knew it was going down, didn’t you? You left in a hurry because you saw the signs, right?” Henry continued rapidly. “Now, look at us. Everyone in the Bennett family is in trouble. None of us are untouched. Except for you. You knew this would happen, but you didn’t warn us. Why? We’re family, Odalys. Even if I treated you poorly before, isn’t saving a life a good deed?”

He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I’m giving you a chance to save me. Just this one time. Help me, and you’ll have a debt to collect.” His voice was almost demanding, as though it were a privilege for her to be offered the opportunity.

Odalys was so infuriated she almost laughed. She shook her head in disbelief. The audacity of this man was beyond words.

“I’m sorry,” she said coldly, her voice cutting. “I don’t need any such opportunities.”

Henry didn’t give up. He blocked her path as she turned to leave.

“Wait!” he called desperately. “You saved Caspian last night, didn’t you? So you can’t just stand by and let us all fall apart. If you’re willing to help him, why not help us? We’re family!”

He swallowed hard, his voice tinged with suspicion. “Edie married me, and now she’s part of the Bennett family. But I have doubts. I think she’s got ulterior motives. I think she’s trying to harm us.”

Odalys laughed again, incredulous.

“Really, Henry? Do you even hear yourself?” she said sarcastically. “You’re the one who used her to get into the Stewart family’s good graces. You thought she’d open doors for you, but she’s failed. Now, the Bennett family is in chaos, and you’re looking for someone to blame.”

She met his eyes sharply. “You can’t even get into the Simpson family, and now you’re regretting your quick marriage, suspecting she’s using you? Funny how that works.”

“You’re the one who’s been using her from the start,” she continued, her voice growing colder. “You’ve been playing your own game. Just like when you tried to ruin me online. If it weren’t for my luck, you would’ve succeeded. I should’ve been buried in online harassment, and you would’ve been the reason. Don’t think I’ve forgotten that.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You’re selfish, Henry. You’re unworthy of any help. Don’t even think about asking for my mercy. You were the one who pushed me to the edge, and now you think I owe you something?”

Henry opened his mouth, but Odalys wasn’t finished. Henry’s face twisted with anger. “Odalys!” he shouted, his patience breaking. He charged at her, reaching out to grab her.

But Odalys reacted faster. She lifted her foot and slammed it into his stomach with all her strength. There was a sickening thud as his body flew backward, crashing into a nearby tree. Henry staggered, gasping for breath, his chest heaving. Blood sprayed from his mouth, and he collapsed, clutching his ribs.

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