Benson
Benson 111

Chapter 111 Anger in the Hospital Room

Yvonne leaned against the old bench, her gaze empty, appearing calm yet inside, her heart was like a stormy sea.

It was close to noon, and while the sunlight was warm, the metal surface of the bench still felt cold.

This coldness seeped through Yvonne’s thin c‘ ‘hes, as if nature itself was trying to help her cool down her uncontrollable emotions.

After about ten minutes, Benson finally emerged from the plain, unremarkable hospital building.

As he approached the bench and stopped in front of Yvonne, his deep- set eyes carried complex and unreadable emotions.

Looking at Yvonne, she slightly raised her head, her eyes a mix of expectation and unease, yet maintaining her elegant demeanor.

After a moment, she spoke, “Can I go in now?”

Benson seemed to hear a command. He slowly bent down, his large hand gently gripping Yvonne’s shoulder, his fingers unintentionally applying a bit of pressure. “Let’s go home first.”

Yvonne’s lips curled into a cold smile, a deep sarcasm in her laugh. “Afraid I’ll hurt her?”

“No,” Benson replied, his voice low and firm.

However, Yvonne was clearly dissatisfied with such a brief response. She raised her eyebrows and pressed, “Then what do you mean?”

Under this question, Benson seemed a bit at a loss, his voice carrying a hint of pleading, “Yvonne…”

“Don’t call me that.” She interrupted him, her tone icy cold.

Yvonne immediately felt his behavior disgusting, even able to smell the scent of another woman’s perfume on him.

It was Mary’s scent. Mary had just embraced him, and now he came. to comfort her–this was unacceptable.

Benson tried to explain, “She was never my lover… I never touched her.

But Yvonne’s attitude had completely changed. She wo longer anxious or questioning as before.

Now she was merely indifferent, “Whatever you say.” Her tone revealed a sense of resigned detachment.

She stood up, and this time. Benson did not try to stop her.

Yvonne walked away slowly, her back radiating loneliness and determination.

Benson stood there, watching her leave, the emotions in his eyes. growing more difficult to decipher.

Yvonne stepped into the hospital room, the air filled with the cold. scent of medical disinfectant, contrasting sharply with her tense.

nerves.

She walked straight to Mary lying in bed, her face full of anger.

In the dimly lit room, her gaze was like a sharp blade, directed at Mary.

“What did you say to my mom?” Yvonne’s voice was low and serious, with an unquestionable tone.

Mary looked extremely weak, her complexion pale, dark circles under her eyes making her look particularly exhausted.

She looked at Yvonne innocently, tears glistening in her eyes, her

voice trembling, “Miss Yvonne, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Yvonne remained unmoved, her anger growing, her tone filed wh barely suppressed danger.

“Do you want your other leg broken too?” The threat made the room’s atmosphere even more tense.

Mary’s face instantly lost all color, tears began to fall silently, like broken pearls, wetting her pale checks.

Her sobs grew louder, filling the room with her feal und despair.

Yvonne’s anger did not subside. She sneered, grabbing a nearby chair in a fit of rage.

Every move she made showed determination and anger, as if she might do something extreme the next moment.

Mary’s screams heightened the tension in the room.

At the critical moment, Benson rushed in like the wind. He quickly grabbed the chair from Yvonne’s hand, his voice firm and swift, “III handle this.”

But Yvonne’s disappointment and anger were like a volcano erupting. She knew exactly what Benson’s “handling” meant.

To Benson, Mary’s various harms to her were trivial matters.

As for what Mary did to her mother, Benson probably didn’t care either.

Her icy gaze turned back to Mary’s frightened face, Yvonne felt an unprecedented chill.

Her inner rage was gradually replaced by endless coldness, feeling that if this continued, she might truly become disheartened.

After taking several deep breaths, Yvonne turned and left the room. The dim hallway lights reflected her current mood.

She stood in the hallway for a long time, trying to calm her emotions.

After a while, she slowly walked up to Benson, expressionless, said, “George said you want to make it up to me, right?”

and

Benson looked exhausted. He didn’t answer immediately, just looked down at Yvonne, his eyes full of struggle and helplessness.

“Yes or no?” Yvonne pressed, her voice tinged with despair.

“Yes, I want to make it up to you. I don’t want us to be like a resentful couple,” he said sincerely.

From the moment he knew she hadn’t drugged him, his heart was filled with guilt.

Seeing the video of her almost being bullied by Anthony made him even more determined to make amends.

She didn’t like him always forcing her, so he tried to change. She wanted him to respect her, so he made an effort to do so.

Benson also knew that the more he forced her, the farther she would go from him.

So, he changed his strategy, wanting to do something for Yvonne. These actions, somewhat flattering, were also attempts to change. their relationship.

‘Fine, let her go. Let her leave this circle, can you?” Yvonne asked, her eyes filled with a bit of hope.

She thought, as long as he agreed to this request, she would really believe he was changing, trying to change their relationship!

Time passed second by second. He didn’t speak, but she got her

answer.

When expectations fall short for too long, there’s no disappointment or loss–just habit.

Yvonne didn’t wait any longer. She turned and left for her mother’s. hospital room.

Soon after, Charles and his wife came to visit Yvonne’s mother.

Her mother was asleep, and her mother–in–law comforted her. Yvonne’s expression was indifferent. She spoke with her mother–in- law for a while. At ten o’clock, her parents–in–law left.

Late at night, Susan said, Benson hadn’t left; he was outside, keeping watch over her.

“He’s not watching over me, he’s watching me,” Yvonne sneered, her voice filled with coldness and sarcasm.

“Don’t touch his lover. Her calm now is the calm before the storm. She has the intent to kill.”

Of course, she wouldn’t do such a stupid thing. For her mother’s sake, she wouldn’t, and Mary wasn’t worth it.

Yvonne’s night at the hospital was undoubtedly long and lonely.

Everything around her was steeped in silence, only the intermittent beeping of medical instruments and the distant echo of footsteps in the corridor breaking the stillness.

Her trembling hands tightly gripped the whitened bedsheet, glancing occasionally at the sleeping patient, hoping to draw some strength from this helplessness.

When the first light of morning pierced through the curtains, filling the modest hospital room, Yvonne took a deep breath, hoping to feel some warmth.

Later that morning, shocking news came from Mary’s studio.

Mary had successfully secured the lead role in the highly anticipated IP “Urban Escape” and was chosen as the new spokesperson for a

well–known brand.

Although Yvonne had anticipated this, the way the news was announced still pained her deeply.

Staring at the news on her phone, her pupils contracted, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

Her phone nearly slipped from her trembling hand.