Chapter 440

The words were spoken casually, almost like a joke, but they sent Louis crashing back to his knees.

“Mr. Stapleton…”

“You said you were deceived by my dear uncle?”

“I…”

“I’m giving you another chance. Don’t waste it.”

Cold sweat mixed with blood on Louis’ face. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bodyguard approach, a knife glinting in his hand.

The blade was sharp, its edge radiating a terrifying light.

He was drowning in regret. How could he have been tempted by Steven’s offer? How could he have been so stupid as to go against Theodore?

This was Theodore Stapleton.

People said Hamilton was the devil himself in Orenth, but in reality, the devil had a partner, one who was even more ruthless.

Theodore seemed in no hurry. He finished his cigarette, put on a shirt, and even found the time to discuss with Hamilton what he’d been thinking right when the truck was about to hit him.

“What were you thinking?” Hamilton asked.

Theodore took a deep drag from his cigarette but didn’t answer, just shaking his head with a small smile.

When he finished the cigarette, he looked back at Louis, his eyes narrowing as he flicked the butt at the man’s forehead.

“I gave you a chance once before, didn’t I?”

“That time, I just had them perform a minor operation on you. Made sure you could never be a man again, that’s all.”

Penelope’s eyes widened at his words.

Louis, instigated by Anna and Zebulon, had once planned to drug and assault her. She hadn’t been harmed and had taught Louis a harsh lesson herself.

She knew Theodore had found out, but she’d assumed he’d only given Louis a warning. She never imagined this.

He had him castrated.

No wonder Louis had been so deferential when she’d sought his help later.

“This time,” Theodore continued, “should I have them perform a major operation?” “Mr. Stapleton…”

“I don’t think you’re brainless. I think your brain is broken. And since it’s broken, we might as well crack your head open and scoop it out, don’t you think?”

Louis was so scared that tears streamed down his face. “It was Steven! Steven told me to do it…”

“So, what do you know?”

Louis no longer dared to hide anything, confessing every last detail.

Once the interrogation was over, Hamilton had Louis dragged away.

“You won’t be seeing him in Orenth again.”

Theodore lit another cigarette, his eyes dark with thought.

“That fool Steven was obviously being used.”

“By who?”

“Marico Stapleton.”

“Your cousin? Wasn’t he exiled overseas by your grandfather? Is he back?” “Seems like it.”

Hamilton sighed heavily. “If he’s back, you’re in for a world of trouble.” Hamilton left to deal with Louis, leaving Theodore alone in the room.

He finished his cigarette and stood up, heading toward the bathroom.

Penelope, lost in thought about what she had just heard, didn’t notice him approaching.

So it was Theodore’s cousin who

wanted to harm him. This meant

chaos was about toerumet

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Stapleton family.

As she was pondering this, the door was suddenly thrown open, smacking her right

on the forehead.

“Ah!”

The impact made her see stars, and she couldn’t help but cry out in pain.

Theodore was taken aback. Seeing it was her, he quickly pulled her into

his arms and examined heroe

forehead, where a Targe bump was already forming.

“What are you doing here?” he frowned.

Penelope was hissing in pain. She

started to explain but then saw thet

wound on his abdomen and quickly supported him.

“You’re so badly hurt! You should be in a hospital!”

“Does that bump hurt a lot?”

“You’ve lost so much blood.”

“I’ll have them come treat it for you.”

“Hey, it’s just a little bump! Your injury is what’s serious!”