Benson
Benson 162

Chapter 162 Yvonne Out of Control

Yvonne learned from William that St. George was famous for bringing wealth,

and Matthew mentioned the miraculous connections formed here.

Initially, she dismissed these as youthful superstitions, but standing in this serene, ancient town, her perspective subtly shifted.

The narrow, quiet streets of St. George, with old buildings covered in vines, seemed to whisper ancient legends.

Gazing at the towering spire of the church in the distance, she felt an indescribable sense of mystery.

In this tranquil atmosphere, faith seemed more tangible.

She wasn’t seeking wealth, but she realized the romantic connections here. seemed to have some truth.

Her marriage with Benson, despite the friction and doubts, seemed to grow. more complex under this mysterious influence.

Benson had brought her to St. George for a vacation, but she discovered her was also searching for Olivia, which filled her with unexplainable oppression and confusion.

She began to doubt: if he truly loved her, why was he still searching for a shadow from the past after three years of marriage?

If he didn’t love her, why was he so obsessed with that past?

Mary’s appearance was undoubtedly a catalyst for the turmoil in her heart.

Mary’s mocking smile was like a sharp blade, slicing through Yvonne’s inner peace.

Mary’s words were filled with sarcasm: “Mrs. Benson, are you satisfied?”

Her tone was provocatively disdainful, leaving Yvonne feeling

ly angry.

Mary’s cold smile seemed to dissect her inner wounds, making her feel that all her efforts to defend her feelings and marriage were meaningless.

Mary’s lips curved with satisfaction, evidently proud of her words.

“He doesn’t love me, nor does he love you, so you haven’t really won either.”

Her voice dripped with provocation, seemingly enjoying this apparent revenge.

This emotion made Yvonne feel more resentful and confused.

Mary’s taunts not only angered her but also made her deeply doubt her

marriage.

Mary then revealed more secrets.

“You’ve been investigating what happened all these years, Yvonne. I’ll tell you, I did it…”

“But there’s no evidence, just like before, no evidence.”

“I didn’t know that the person he was looking for was your neighbor. It was my recent situation that made me turn the tables.”

“It made me realize I had to use this matter as leverage.”

“As long as I can prove this news is true, I can become popular again, and you still can’t do anything to me!”

Yvonne’s eyelids twitched slightly, her gaze cold and questioning: “Did he say that?”

Mary’s lips curved in a mocking smile, a trace of pride in her eyes: “Yes.”

An intense anger surged in Yvonne’s heart as she took a deep breath.

She struggled to keep her voice calm: “You admit, you started that fire?”

Mary’s expression became more relaxed, as if talking about an ordinary event.

“I didn’t start that fire on purpose. I just wanted to sell that brooch for some money, but your father caught me.”

“In the struggle… I hurt him…”

“That day, coincidentally, someone sought revenge on your family. After the fire broke out, I took advantage of it, who would have thought your father had

bad luck…”

Mary’s words cut through Yvonne’s heart like a sharp blade.

There was no remorse in her tone, even a hint of indifference.

She spoke of these past events as if describing ordinary weather, completely unaware of the pain and suffering she caused.

The church’s atmosphere felt especially heavy. This sacred place should symbolize solemnity and tranquility.

But at this moment, due to Mary’s words and Yvonne’s anger, it felt suffocatingly oppressive.

Curious glances from the surrounding believers, some whispering, others taking out their phones to record the scene, disrupted the church’s peace.

Yvonne’s inner turmoil felt like a raging fire, her anger almost consuming her rationality.

Clenching her fists, nails digging into her palms, she struggled to control her rage,

Turning to leave this suffocating place, the resentment inside her made it hard to stay calm.

Descending two steps, her face broke into a cold smile.

Stopping, she turned decisively, grabbing Mary’s hair without mercy and dragging her to the ground.

Mary, caught off guard, stumbled and fell heavily to the floor..

Her face filled with terror and pain, hair disheveled, and clothes in disarray.

Yvonne’s heart was a chaotic storm.

She felt her rationality completely collapse, driven by a desire for vengeance. for her father and brother’s deaths.

Gripping Mary’s hair tightly, it felt like the only way to vent her anger.

In this moment, Yvonne was entirely driven by anger and revenge, feeling a deep–seated disgust for Mary’s madness.

The surrounding believers retreated in fear, creating a tense and chaotic atmosphere in the church.

Some whispered in horror, others took photos, capturing the chaotic scene.

In this sacred place, the conflict of violence and anger created a deep unease.

At that moment, the maid from the Davis family, who had previously chatted with her, rushed over, hugging Yvonne urgently.

The maid’s eyes were full of concern, her voice gentle yet firm: “Child, don’t do this.”

Her voice was filled with persuasion and concern, trying to stop Yvonne’s violent actions.

Yvonne’s mood slightly calmed. Seeing Mary’s disheveled and pained appearance, her anger gradually subsided.

Realizing that continuing would only deepen her troubles, she let go, taking a deep breath to regain her composure.

She knew that now, more than ever, she needed to think clearly and rationally, ” not be driven by emotion.

Back at the hotel, Benson was anxiously packing when the phone rang.

The news on the other end stunned him

Yvonne had been taken away.

Hearing this, his heart grew heavy, his movements frozen.

His face turned pale, eyes filled with undisguised worry and helplessness.

Rushing to the police station, he saw Mary in the interrogation room, crying as she gave her statement. Benson felt deeply conflicted.

Mary’s endless tears left him powerless, standing helplessly by.

He had hoped for a satisfactory resolution but never expected things to spiral

out of control.

He didn’t want Yvonne to know the truth, replaceing it ha

That night, George sat across from him, his voice tired and frustrated: “Mary is crazy.” This statement hit Benson like a heavy blow. rd.

But his hopeful heart made it hard to breathe.

He knew the complexity of this matter far exceeded his expectations.