Benson
Benson 113

Chapter 113 A Deep Call of Affection

Yvonne sat in the spacious and comfortable lounge area of the hospital’s VIP room, the outside world seeming distant and tranquil.

However, inside her, there was a storm raging.

Her expression was tired, but her eyes held a flicker of determination that could not be suppressed.

Her fingers unconsciously tapped on the armrest of the high–quality leather sofa, as if this action could alleviate her anxiety.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated on the table, breaking her reverie. It was Bella calling.

Bella’s voice was urgent yet carried a hint of excitement that couldn’t be ignored.

“Yvonne, do you remember the pendant Benson gave you years ago?! just checked, and it’s completely undamaged.”

Yvonne’s heart pounded as if it would burst out of her chest. Despite the turmoil inside, her voice remained exceptionally calm. “Go on.”

Sensing the tension on the other end, Bella continued steadily, “And there’s more. Mary worked at your family’s resort on weekends and holidays during school.

This means those valuable items–the brooch and the pendant–were taken before the fire.”

Yvonne gripped her phone tightly, her mind racing.

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Yvonne stayed silent throughout, her expression remaining calm, as if all the pain had nothing to do with her.

Unable to bear the silence any longer, Benson sighed.

He held Yvonne’s hand, his fingers gently caressing the back of her hand, trying to convey all his warmth and concern.

“Today, I didn’t mean to be harsh. It’s because…”

“I want to go to the company,” she interrupted him, her voice firm and decisive.

Outside, the sky was filled with dark clouds, mirroring the storm.

within her.

At this point, dwelling on sadness and overthinking hadn’t solved anything. It was better to focus entirely on work.

Her eyes reflected a determination forged by deep pain and

helplessness.

Benson looked down at her calm demeanor, sensing an illusion that she might shatter at any moment.

Though her shoulders were frail, they seemed to bear the weight of the world at that moment.

His heart wrenched, feeling as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart, refusing to let go.

His fingers gently stroked her cheek, his voice choked, “Yvonne…”

Yvonne turned her head away, pushing his trembling hand aside, and walked towards the hospital room.

Her steps were resolute and heavy, each one pounding on his heart, increasing his agony.

Inside the hospital room, Hannah saw her daughter, and tears. uncontrollably streamed down her face.

“Yvonne, I’m sorry…” Her voice trembled with endless guilt, as if these. three words carried all her remorse and unease.

Yvonne gently held her mother in her arms, her hair softly brushing. against Hannah’s cheek, her voice tender, “It’s okay.”

Her tone carried a transcendence and forgiveness that made the surrounding atmosphere seem gentler..

She truly pitied her mother, who had lost so much and endured so

much.

Yvonne fully understood her mother’s pain. In this world, who doesn’t grow stronger through loss?

Her hand gently stroked Hannah’s back, conveying comfort and strength, as well as firm resolve.

“Mom, no matter what others say, I firmly believe in him. Believe in me, and believe that time will reveal the truth.

Even if it’s true, it doesn’t matter. I’m still here and I still love you.”

Hannah nodded, her eyes sparkling with tears, her voice hoarse, “I

understand.”

Yvonne smiled, a simple smile carrying relief and hope.

“So be good, and I’ll come see you tonight. I’m going to work now.”

Her figure slowly faded, leaving Hannah with a back view that symbolized resilience and courage..

Outside, the wind began to stir. Yvonne left the hospital, determined to go to the company. Benson insisted on taking her.

Though his stance was firm, he couldn’t hide the worry in his eyes.

Yvonne still refused, “You handle your matters, I can go myself.”

Her voice carried a resolute determination to face everything alone.

“Let George take you.”

“Fine.” She replied succinctly.

Anyone but him was fine. Her response was the clearest depiction of their.current state.

Yvonne stood at the door of the conference room, listening to the discussions inside through the slightly ajar door.

Through the narrow gap, she heard the dissatisfied voices of shareholders, questioning her recent decisions with evident doubt

and disappointment.

“These decisions are really concerning. We should reconsider her position.”

Charles, however, was her steadfast support in the board.

His voice stood out in the room, firm and unwavering.

“Give her some time. She has the ability to turn things around.”

Yvonne clenched her fists, taking a deep breath to calm her

excitement.

She knew she couldn’t let Charles bear the pressure alone; she needed to face these doubts herself.

She pushed the door open, and all eyes immediately turned to her.

Her gaze was steady and clear as she walked towards the chairman, her voice calm but powerful, “Chairman.”