Untold chronicles of power

Chapter hundred thirteen

As Benedict pulled back from the embrace, his eyes filled with determination. "If it's the child they want, then we give it to them," he declared, his voice resolute.

But Sophia recoiled at the suggestion, her eyes flashing with defiance. "No, Dad. No," she insisted, her voice trembling with emotion. "Fernando already suggested that, and my answer was no."

Benedict turned to Fernando, his expression pleading for support. "But that's the only way to keep you safe," he argued, desperation creeping into his voice.

Sophia's resolve hardened as she shook her head adamantly. "Dad, I'm not going to sacrifice my child like a lamb on the altar," she declared, her voice unwavering.

Benedict's heart sank at his daughter's refusal, his mind clouded with fear and uncertainty. "If you don't, then both of you will die," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his heart breaking.

But Sophia refused to waver, her gaze steady as she met her father's eyes. "Dad, my answer is still no,"