Benson
Benson 198

Chapter 198 The Guilt After the Accident

Yvonne rolled her eyes, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

“I’m pregnant, with octuplets! I’ll give you one,” she joked.

Her voice carried a light–hearted and playful tone, as if responding to Bella’s humor with her own.

Bella couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Are you a pig?”

Her laughter was clear and joyful, echoing through the quiet hospital room.

Her laugh brought a sense of ease, breaking the tense silence that had filled the room.

Yvonne didn’t say anything further and walked straight to George’s hospital bed.

Her steps were light, as if afraid of disturbing the person lying in the bed.

The room was filled with the faint scent of disinfectant and the sterile

smell of medicine.

This scent floated in the air, carrying a slightly pungent odor that made one frown.

George lay in the hospital bed with his head wrapped in thick bandages. Though the swelling on his face had reduced, visible bruises remained.

His leg was suspended in the air, fixed on a sturdy brace, giving him a slightly awkward appearance.

This state made him look both vulnerable and helpless, tightening Yvonne’s heart.

The hospital walls were painted a soft green, contrasting sharply with the white sheets, creating a fresh and serene atmosphere.

Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, bringing a gentle glow to the room.

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Yvonne’s footsteps broke the silence of the room as she gently approached the bedside, her movements tender and precise.

Her arrival seemed to bring a touch of warmth to the cold hospital room.

When George saw Yvonne come in, he hesitated, instinctively pulling up his blanket to cover his embarrassment.

Under strict medical guidance, the doctor had clearly instructed him to remain still.

Therefore, to ensure his safety and comfort, the medical team had equipped him with a urinary catheter.

This measure was to prevent any potential injury caused by movement.

Yvonne’s eyes softened, as if she sensed his unease.

She noticed George’s embarrassed expression, aware of his current situation.

“I brought you lunch.”

Yvonne said as she placed a carefully prepared lunch bag beside the bed and gently opened the container.

She arranged the food neatly, her actions meticulous and thoughtful, creating a comfortable dining environment for him.

Then she took out a soft pillow and carefully placed it behind George, adjusting it to make him sit more comfortably.

Her actions were gentle and considerate, filled with concern and warmth.

“Why are you here?” George asked awkwardly, his eyes showing gratitude but his voice still carrying unease.

Although he felt warmth in his heart, he remained embarrassed about his

state.

“I came to see you. Are you afraid of seeing me?”

Yvonne replied in a light–hearted tone, trying to ease his internal tension.

She reached out and gently patted his shoulder, offering comfort.

Her gaze was warm and caring.

“No…” George looked at Yvonne, his voice filled with guilt.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry; it’s my fault.”

His voice was low, carrying deep self–blame.

“If it weren’t for me, Mr. Benson would have made it to Lintown that day.”

After waking up and seeing his boss by his side, he felt a sense of unease.

He realized his injuries and situation had not only burdened himself but also affected Benson.

His heart was filled with guilt, knowing his issues had brought unnecessary trouble to Benson.

“This isn’t Benson’s fault, it’s mine.” Yvonne said, her eyes showing determination.

“You’re really taking on responsibility for him without considering your condition.”

“I’m not taking responsibility for him. It’s just… it shouldn’t have been like this.”

George’s voice carried a sigh.

“Mr. Benson has finally recognized his feelings, but it seems something is blocking him. He clearly wouldn’t have chosen this, but it turned out this way.”

“George, the issues between Benson and me have nothing to do with you. It’s our problem, and we’ve talked it over. You don’t need to blame yourself.”

Yvonne’s voice was gentle yet firm, offering reassuring comfort, her eyes filled with concern, trying to make George feel at ease.

“Even so, if he had gone, you wouldn’t have been in so much pain, right?”

George continued, his tone revealing unease.

“It’s not that I’m speaking for him; I’ve never seen him so panicked and tense… If you say he doesn’t care about you, I don’t believe it.”

George’s words moved Yvonne, her gaze softening, a hint of emotion in

her voice.

“Don’t think too much, just focus on getting better.”

“I just feel it’s unfair to him.”

George continued to advocate for Benson, clearly discontent with the

current situation.

Listening to George’s words, Yvonne suddenly smiled, “George, should I replace you a girlfriend?”

Her smile was playful and kind, attempting to lighten the heavy

atmosphere with humor.

“Being George’s girlfriend would surely be blissful because you are truly pure–hearted.”

Her voice carried a touch of warmth, revealing admiration for George.

Yvonne gently sat at the bedside, her gaze soft as she looked at George.

George’s words had provided some solace, reminding her of past experiences.

In the past, George had accompanied Benson abroad for a time.

Yvonne had once privately inquired about George’s situation, cautiously avoiding Benson’s notice, fearing it would annoy him.

George comforted her with a gentle tone, “If you care about him and like him, you need to let him know, or it’s unfair to you.”

His words carried understanding and support.

“I understand,” Yvonne nodded, acknowledging George’s words.

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Visiting George, she found his words to be healing.

She realized that sometimes the simplest concern and understanding could bring the deepest comfort.

Yvonne didn’t stay long in the hospital room, knowing that George would refuse to eat if she remained.

She stood up lightly and bid farewell to George, “I’m going now. Remember to eat well and rest well.”

George nodded, though his mood hadn’t brightened.

He truly felt it was all too unfair.

It was like a boss searching for a missing employee, pouring in so much effort and heart, yet replaceing nothing over the years.

Sometimes he even doubted whether that person truly existed or was merely a figment of imagination.

After all, despite knowing the other person’s location, hobbies, and even possessing the pendant as a token, replaceing that person was as hard as replaceing a needle in a haystack.

Bella stood at the door of the hospital room, naturally hearing George’s self -talk.

She entered the room, concern evident in her voice, “What’s going on?“