Benson
Benson 87

Chapter 87 A Stirred Heart

Yvonne was surprised for a moment, then softly asked Megan, “Does he know?” Her tone was filled with undisguised worry and anticipation.

Megan hesitated slightly, her eyes showing a mix of conflict and helplessness. Finally, she spoke, “Yes, after he found out you were in trouble, Marcus seemed like a different person. He’s been investigating the matter ever since, although…” Her voice suddenly grew heavy, as if the next words were too weighty to

utter.

Yvonne’s slightly trembling fingers unconsciously caressed the cold car door beside her, her emotions surging like waves.

Finally, she gently took over the conversation, “Benson wanted to bury this matter, but it was too late, right?” She tried to keep her voice calm but couldn’t hide the bitterness and helplessness within.

Megan softly responded, “Yes.” A simple word, yet it seemed to stir up a huge wave between them. Yvonne glanced out the window. Benson stood in the yard, maintaining his usual upright posture. The sunlight from behind couldn’t dispel the shadow on his face.

Her heart was filled with complex emotions. On one hand, she was moved and appreciative of Marcus’s unwavering protection. Even though he used methods she didn’t quite agree with, she could feel his sincere concem and protection.

On the other hand, Benson’s attitude left her utterly disappointed. He didn’t seem to truly care about her, always brushing off her pain with casual remarks

This contrast filled her heart with bitterness and a sense of powerlessness.

Finally, she hung up the phone, sighed heavily, withdrew her gaze, and started the car, slowly driving away from this heart–wrenching place.

Benson stood quietly in the yard, watching her leave, his expression complex and hard to read.

Behind him, Victoria walked over lightly, carrying a coat which she gently draped over his shoulders. Benson’s gaze remained fixed in that direction.

The soft light of the lamps fell on him, adding a touch of warmth and tranquility to the Despite this, the air was filled with an indescribable tension.

evening.

He turned to look at his mother sitting on the sofa, the woman who always faced challenges with a gentle demeanor.

His heart surged with complex emotions. After a long while, he softly said, “Mom, you’re really something.* These words weren’t just because of yesterday’s conversation. Since he was asked to return home, first his father talked to him about future career plans, then his second brother joined in. Every step seemed like a meticulously designed plan.

Their focus was none other than the future path between him and Yvonne.

His father’s tone was filled with concern, but also a deep sense of helplessness.

He said a lot, from the responsibility of taking over the family business to potential misunderstandings about Benson’s character, each word felt like a heavy hammer on Benson’s heart.

The intervention of his second brother was an even more unexpected move, presenting a lab report with an obvious purpose.

Aldined Heart

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And today, bringing Yvonne here felt like the final blow. By having Yvonne appear, they let Benson see firsthand what their life could have been like if Yvonne’s father, John, hadn’t suddenly passed away.

All this was to make him feel guilty and compel him to decide–to divorce Yvonne.

Facing his son’s evaluation, Victoria just glanced at him, her smile tinged with a subtle bitterness, and replied lightly. “Not bad.” Her voice was calm but carried deep worry and expectation.

Benson withdrew his gaze, a trace of struggle and confusion in his expression. “That lab report my brother showed me, is it real?” His voice was almost a whisper filled with doubt and disbelief.

Victoria sighed, a hint of fatigue flashing across her face, “Son, asking this question is pointless.”

She paused, her tone becoming more serious, “After all this time, do you think Yvonne would do such thing?“Her words struck like a bell, echoing in Benson’s heart.

Benson’s gaze grew distant, silently standing there.

Victoria’s voice sounded again, filled with disappointment, “If you truly wanted to live well with her, to like her, to love her, would you still ask such questions?”

Her words not only expressed disappointment in Benson’s choice but also deep concern for his current situation.

Benson had let down Yvonne’s sincere heart, but what worried Victoria more was whether he had lost his way in life.

Victoria faced Benson, her tone gentle yet firm. Her eyes reflected a mother’s unique deep affection and worry.

The soft light fell on her gentle face, adding a touch of warmth to the mother–son conversation.

“Son, you can’t have your cake and eat it too, Victoria said softly, her hand gently rubbing the edge of the teacup, her eyes serious and expectant.

“Whether Mary is in your heart or not, you’ve grown up, and I can’t control everything in matters of the heart.

She paused, letting her words sink deep into Benson’s heart. “If you have any affection for Yvonne, then show your true heart to win her back… If your heart belongs to someone else, then please don’t bother her anymore, okay?”

Benson listened to his mother’s words, his gaze drifting as if trying to replace a reason to argue, but ultimately, he remained silent.

He knew his mother’s words hit the mark, making it hard to avoid the truth.

Victoria noticed her son’s hesitation and struggle, her voice still gentle but with a hint of firmness, “Son, ask yourself, did Yvonne really do anything wrong besides insisting on marrying you three years ago?”

“No,” Benson replied, his voice tinged with helplessness and bitterness.

“That’s right, she didn’t.” Victoria nodded affirmatively, her gaze as sharp as steel, seemingly able to see through her son’s thoughts.

“That night, you had more than one option.”

Benson’s Adam’s apple bobbed, emotions churning within him.

He remembered every detail of that night–the strange feeling as the drug took effect, how he had time to resist but chose indulgence instead.

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Victoria observed Benson, seeing his increasingly complex expression. She knew that with the conversation at this point, her son’s thoughts needed to be sorted out and faced by himself.

Finally, Benson raised his head, meeting his mother’s gaze, his eyes filled with awkwardness and regret from being seen through.

“You’re right, I could have avoided everything that happened.” He spoke slowly, his voice low, “Not only did I not avoid it, but I also took all my anger out on her”

Victoria sighed lightly, her expression showing a trace of compassion.

“If you have no more ‘reasons,‘ hurting her again would indeed be despicable.”