The two servants holding Sophia froze, instinctively glancing at Alexander. As servants of the Bell family, obedience was their duty, but the idea of treating a defenseless woman in such a brutal manner left them hesitating. They were unable to bring themselves to carry out the orders.
Alexander averted his gaze. He knew in his heart that things might not be as Crystal claimed. But what did it matter? Compared to the Bell family's honor, the life of one woman was nothing?
In a society where human rights were supposed to matter, the reality was that to the elite, human lives were the cheapest currency.
Sophia's misfortune was to have crossed their path.
The servants, seeing Alexander's silence, steeled themselves. One drew a gleaming knife from his belt, its blade reflecting the cold mo
