Benson
Benson 175

Chapter 175 The Fog of Memory

When Olivia saw Benson, the first thing he asked was, “Do you remember me? You took me home back then.”

His eyes were filled with anticipation, as if searching for a light of recognition.

Olivia, though shocked inside, maintained a calm exterior as she looked at him.

She tried to control the turmoil within, not letting her emotions show.

Her face remained indifferent, her eyes calm and unruffled, as if that memory never existed.

Benson had clearly mistaken her for someone else. Yvonne had gone to great lengths to arrange this meeting, obviously intending for Olivia to acknowledge this mistaken identity.

Olivia didn’t understand the full impact of this situation, but it was overwhelming for her.

Her heart raced, her mind in a whirl, but she kept her composure.

“Sorry, I don’t remember,” Olivia replied softly, her tone carrying a hint of apology and distance.

Her gaze swept over Benson without any emotional fluctuation.

After all, seven years ago, she lost her home and was taken away by Steven, given a new identity.

Forgetting some things made her story more believable.

She couldn’t say more; the more she said, the more likely she was to make mistakes.

Benson’s emotions were complex upon hearing that she didn’t remember.

He was somewhat relieved that she had forgotten. Years had passed, and her forgetting helped avoid emotional entanglements between them.

If she remembered and held him accountable for their past relationship, it would be troublesome.

He felt a mix of relief and loss.

He had come with strong emotions, as if finally resolving an old wish and settling everything.

But Yvonne’s words had planted doubt in his heart, making him feel uncertain, as if she wasn’t the one.

Her eyes looked unfamiliar to him.

Even if he had been blind, the feeling of a past romance shouldn’t be completely absent.

Overall, his emotions were complicated, tinged with an unspeakable heaviness.

“It doesn’t matter if you’ve forgotten. I remember. I ve you my life. If there’s anything you want to do, I will help you without hesitauon!”

Benson’s voice was low and firm, his eyes sincere and apologetic.

Hearing this, Olivia, no matter how oblivious, now understood Yvonne’s intention.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and she instantly grasped the plan.

Was Yvonne trying to get Benson to help her escape from Steven? She speculated silently, keeping her expression calm.

After Benson left the hotel, he remained silent throughout the journey back.

The atmosphere in the car was heavy and oppressive. William, not knowing what to say, just drove him back to the villa.

As the night deepened, the streetlights became hazy, the scenery outside the window speeding by as if everything was changing rapidly.

Matthew, not knowing better, showed him surveillance footage of Yvonne going to the hospital alone at midnight.

He remorsefully said, “I shouldn’t have left her alone at home yesterday… Luckily, the driver was good and safely took her to the hospital. Otherwise, it could have been terrifying.”

His words were filled with regret and self–blame, his eyes showing worry.

Benson sat on the sofa, his face particularly grim.

His brows furrowed, his gaze dark, clearly in a foul mood.

She had felt so unwell that she called him, but what was he thinking at that

moment?

The scene from that night replayed in his mind, filled with contradictory and complex emotions.

He wondered if she was jealous. He frowned, puzzled for a long time.

“I don’t understand why she would say that!” His voice was low and confused, almost as if talking to himself.

Seeing Olivia hadn’t resolved the knot in his heart.

But remembering how Olivia clearly recognized him when she opened the door, something felt wrong, though he couldn’t pinpoint it.

Unable to figure it out, he decided to stop dwelling on it.

Perhaps Yvonne’s unbalanced state made her unwilling to accept this outcome, prompting her to say such things.

William watched Benson silently, his brow furrowed, also filled with doubts.

“Are we leaving?” William asked. If they didn’t leave soon, they’d miss work.

“I still suggest that if you haven’t resolved things with Olivia, don’t mess with Yvonne.” His tone carried a hint of advice and concern.

Matthew frowned. What? Abandoning his wife for another woman?

Leaving her alone at night, and today, when she’s sick, leaving her again. What kind of terrible idea is that?

His voice held anger and reproach, his eyes full of deep concern.

“Bro, are you planning to abandon my sister–in–law? You keep letting her down. If you handle this coldly, you two will drift apart, especially when she’s sick

now.”

Matthew’s voice was filled with worry and anger, his eyes sincere.

Benson’s inner world was like a storm. Since returning to Yvonne’s side, he had been constantly troubled by her strong–willed nature.

Yvonne’s unyielding persistence and occasional unintentional outbursts often left him feeling an uncontrollable frustration.

He tried to suppress his increasingly complex emotions, but Yvonne s condition pained him deeply.

Benson sincerely wished for a peaceful coexistence, but reality often contradicted his desires.

Seeing Yvonne’s hoarse voice due to illness felt like a blunt blow to his heart, the deep sense of helplessness unbearable.

He knew the priority was Yvonne’s–recovery, but she clearly didn’t want him

around.

“We should go back,” he said to those around him, his tone filled with

unspeakable helplessness and determinatio

Then, Benson called Yvonne, but there was only persistent silence on the other end–no answer.

This sudden silence increased his anxiety, his eyes filled with worry and restlessness.

Meanwhile, Yvonne’s condition was deteriorating.

On the way back from the hotel, her severe cold symptoms worsened, leaving her too weak to talk.

The atmosphere in the car was exceptionally heavy, her face pale, eyes lifeless, as if all her vitality had been drained.

Upon arriving at the hospital, the driver and Jeremy immediately took her to the

emergency room.

The doctor quickly intervened, starting emergency treatment, indicating her condition had worsened due to exposure to cold and needed strict medical

observation.

In the hallway of St. George’s hospital, Bella was on pins and needles.

Throughout the night, she sat by Yvonne’s bedside, tending to her gently.

Every careful movement expressed her deep concern.

In her sleep, Yvonne occasionally called out, her voice faint and ethereal,

The Fogol Memory

adding more weight to Bella’s heart.

“Why don’t you recognize me?”

Yvonne’s murmurs in her dream seemed to come from another world, filled with confusion and helplessness.

This sentence echoed in the empty hospital room, contrasting with the rhythmic beeping of medical equipment.