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Chapter 169 Silent Cry for Help

Benson looked into her eyes, which were almond–shaped and slightly upturned,

with a faint blush around them.

Her eyes were impossibly clear, not something that could be easily feigned.

Her gaze was like a pool of spring water, seemingly carrying a hint of a smile.

Yet, the deep meaning within those eyes was something he couldn’t quite

fathom.

There was an indescribable emotion in her eyes, as if she were silently voicing her inner struggles and pain.

She wasn’t someone who would easily submit to fate, especially considering she had schemed against him before.

But Benson thought, as long as she remained by his side, there would still be room and opportunities.

His heart was filled with complex emotions, a mix of anger towards her and

desire for her.

He knew he was already deeply entangled and couldn’t extricate himself.

The afternoon’s entanglement had left Benson somewhat unable to face her.

He considered himself to be usually restrained and measured. But with her, he rarely lost control, even to the point of being rough.

Those moments of passion and uncontrollable impulse replayed in his mind.

over and over.

He vividly remembered every expression on her face, from surprise to struggle, and finally, to submission. He knew he had crossed the line.

After “soothing” her, he left the room.

Yvonne, with a heavy heart, stood by the floor–to–ceiling window, looking at the snowy world outside, her mind flooded with countless thoughts.

She picked up her phone and called Megan, asking her to do something.

She wanted to see Olivia before leaving St. George.

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The night was deep.

Yvonne was awakened by noisy sounds.

She moved and realized her whole body ached, and even swallowing hurt.

Lying in bed, she felt groggy, her heart beating rapidly.

She must have caught a cold from wearing too little that afternoon.

Her head felt heavy as if filled with lead, and each breath came with a sharp. pain.

She struggled to sit up, noticing Benson wasn’t on the other side of the bed.

He hadn’t returned after their conversation.

She closed her eyes, perhaps due to her illness, she felt an increased dependence on and need for others.

His absence left her feeling resentful.

Her emotions felt like they were being kneaded by an invisible hand, intertwining her inner pain with her physical suffering, making her feel. incredibly lonely and helpless.

Yvonne felt dizzy, alternating between hot and cold, a tormenting sensation.

She grabbed her phone and saw it was 2 AM.

She went downstairs and drank two glasses of water, but it didn’t alleviate her throat pain, which felt like it was being scorched by flames with every swallow.

The villa was quiet at dawn.

She rummaged through the villa’s cabinets, looking for some medicine.

In a temporary residence, there was no stock of common medicines.

Yvonne sat on the sofa, listening to her heart pounding, feeling like it might jump out.

As time passed, her discomfort seemed to take control, making her feel like she might faint. Her body grew weaker, and her consciousness became increasingly blurred.

She knew what was happening in the neighboring villa, something she had

asked Megan to arrange.

In the quiet of the night, even slight noises were amplified in the winter night, making this place feel incredibly lonely.

Yvonne’s mind was filled with uneasy thoughts, her inner self feeling extremely fragile and lonely at this moment.

She glanced at her phone and, driven by an inexplicable urge, called Benson. The “beep, beep, beep” sound during the wait felt like it was hammering into her heart causing a dull pain.

Each beep was like a hammer striking at her core, filling her with immense pain and disappointment.

It was all expected, yet she still did it, seeking a dead–end answer.

Yvonne hung up the phone and opened a ride–hailing app.

She struggled upstairs, already gasping for breath, changed into thick clothes, and put on a heavy coat.

Her body felt like it was weighed down, every step was incredibly heavy and difficult.

At 2:30 AM, the night was deep, and the starlight was dim. In this silent moment, the neighboring villa suddenly burst into flames, illuminating half the sky.

The sound of fire truck sirens broke the night’s silence, and property staff and curious neighbors gathered around the fire scene, anxiously watching the spread of the flames.

Amidst the chaos, no one noticed Yvonne staggering towards the car.

Her steps were unsteady, as if each step was on cotton, her body weak with no strength.

Her face was pale, her forehead covered in fine sweat, clearly very ill.

In the car, Yvonne collapsed in the back seat, her body seeming to lose all support, slumping against the seat.

Despite her physical exhaustion, her mind was unusually clear.

Her thoughts were like a torn paper, fragmented and chaotic.

Each fragment reflected her inner pain and helplessness.

The driver, seeing her dazed and barely conscious through the rearview mirror, was very concerned.

“Miss, you’re so sick. Where are your family members?” the driver asked with deep concern and anxiety in his voice.

Yvonne wanted to speak. She wanted to say her family wasn’t in this city.

She wanted to say the person she loved, her husband, was saving his so–called “beloved person,” not answering her calls and unaware of her illness.

She wanted to say it all, but she seemed to have no strength T

Her lips trembled slightly, but no sound came out.

“Miss, miss, don’t scare me…” the driver’s voice was urgent and helpless. Yvonne only felt the driver’s voice getting farther away… she couldn’t say a word.

Her consciousness gradually blurred, as if she were falling into darkness, her body’s pain and inner despair intertwining, swallowing her completely.

When Yvonne woke up, it was daylight.

A gentle hand was on her forehead, and when she opened her eyes, she saw

Bella.

“You’re finally awake.” Bella let out a breath, her eyes filled with deep concern and pity.

“Why are you…” Yvonne’s voice was hoarse and painful.

Her throat felt like it was being cut with a knife, every word felt like it was burning.

Bella covered her mouth, “You had a fever, up to 40 degrees. The doctor said if it was any later, you’d be seeing God. Megan called me; she had other things to handle and couldn’t come, so she asked me to look after you.”

Her voice carried a hint of reproach and helplessness, as if blaming Yvonne for her carelessness.

Yvonne tilted her head, puzzled.

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How did Megan know she was sick? With a head full of questions, Yvonne patted Bella’s hand, signaling her to continue.

Bella released her, and Yvonne asked hoarsely, “What else did Megan say?”

“Nothing much, just to take good care of you.” Bella’s eyes flashed with a complex emotion, as if she was contemplating something.

Yvonne, full of confusion, asked, “My phone.”