Chapter 102 Swear On It
Benson's face twisted in pain as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Sophie stood there, stunned, frozen for several seconds before finally rushing forward to help him up.
"Benson! Are you okay?"
Benson forced himself to sit up straight, wiping the blood from his lips. He lifted his head, confusion and frustration in his eyes as he stared at Theo.
"Uncle Theo, why did you hit me? What did I do wrong?"
Theo's voice was low and cold, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Do you really need me to spell it out for you? Threats, humiliation—is that how you handle relationships?"
Benson's eyes flickered. He glanced at Sierra, who sat quietly in her chair, her face emotionless.
For a split second, regret flashed in his eyes.
But his pride refused to let him back down. His voice was firm as he retorted, "Uncle Theo, this is my personal business. You don't need to get involved."
"Her business is my business."
Theo's deep voice carried an unmistakable chill, making Benson's brows furrow

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