Benson
Benson 206

Chapter 206 Repaying the Past

Benson felt a wave of irritation from William’s words, like a calm pool disturbed by a sudden stone.

He tried to use reason to explain his complex emotions, but found them. elusive like shadows in the mist.

The more he tried to grasp them, the more they slipped away.

It was like ice gradually melting under the warm sun, those unclear feelings in his heart.

They became clearer, yet hard to express.

Love, for him, always surged in uncontrollable waves.

It couldn’t be measured by logic and reason, but was like a tide.

Sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce, impossible to resist.

William’s voice rang out again, with a hint of mockery, “I haven’t asked you, what’s up with you lately? Is Steven still hard to deal with, or have you lost interest in Olivia?”

Benson frowned, feeling a wave of helplessness.

He knew William’s questions were not baseless, but they made him feel even more burdened.

“They need to get divorced first, otherwise it’s hard to resolve.” He answered, his tone filled with fatigue and helplessness.

He had discussed this issue with Yvonne countless times, and although the divorce wasn’t urgent, it wouldn’t be delayed too long either.

He didn’t have much time left, and he really didn’t want to end this relationship, but the complexity and harshness of reality made him feel powerless and confused.

Seeing this, William didn’t press further, instead letting out a sigh.

“If only you could take better care of yourself.”

His words carried a mix of concern and helplessness.

After all, William had watched Benson grow increasingly exhausted day by day, and couldn’t help but worry.

Yvonne was busy the entire afternoon.

She first handled the brand coordination at Caesar Plaza, closing the store temporarily to focus on various aspects of the brand’s work..

Then, she had a meeting with the design team to discuss her design plans and ideas, evaluating their feasibility and effectiveness.

Her desk was cluttered with design sketches and materials, looking particularly chaotic.

Although she hadn’t been involved in the art design industry for years, she still hoped her creative ideas could make a breakthrough.

When she finally finished, it was nearly 6:30 PM.

On her way back to the company, Yvonne’s phone vibrated in her handbag. She pulled out her phone, and Benson’s name appeared on the screen. She hesitated for a moment but answered the call.

“Are you coming over tonight?” Benson’s voice came through the quiet night, carrying a hint of fatigue. His tone seemed to hide a trace of expectation, yet also some helplessness.

“I won’t be coming.” Yvonne replied, her voice tinged with weariness. She had worked late into the night the previous evening and had been busy all day today. Her body and mind were both exhausted. She needed some time to recover and didn’t want to travel anymore.

“Alright.” Benson’s tone carried a hint of disappointment and

helplessness. He seemed to want to say something more but ultimately just sighed softly and hung up the phone.

After hanging up, Yvonne returned home. She put down her bag, took off her coat, and began preparing dinner. The kitchen filled with a faint aroma,

and the noodles in the pot started to simmer gently. She moved skillfully. but her mind felt somewhat empty.

At that moment, Bella, hearing that she was home, immediately came over. The two sat at the dining table and talked about Mary.

“She’s doing well. Even though she terminated her contract with Benson’s company, she still has good resources recently.” Bella said, “Mary has a big fan base and is quite popular.”

Yvonne stood at the stove, looking at the noodles in the pot, her mind. pondering Saint George’s matter. She gently stirred the noodles, her brow slightly furrowed, as if thinking about something complex.

“The people behind her are not simple. Yvonne said softly. Her voice carried a hint of worry, as if the topic made her uneasy.

“What kind of people?” Bella asked curiously. She stared at Yvonne, as if trying to replace the answer in her expression.

Yvonne served the noodles into a bowl, stirring as she spoke, “I’ve been thinking about the Saint George situation.

At the time, to get information about Olivia, I promised Mary she would become famous.

I didn’t have film resources, so I asked clients for help, and the matter was settled.”

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her thoughts, “I need to look for plans, replace evidence, and put this on hold for now.

Looking back, everything seemed too coincidental. Mary isn’t smart enough for this. There must be someone behind her.”

Bella looked at Yvonne, slightly worried, and asked, “Should I ask Andrew about it?”

Yvonne shook her head, “If he had any news, he would tell you.” Her tone was firm, showing her unwavering trust in Andrew.

Just as she sat down to eat a few bites of noodles, Yvonne’s phone rang suddenly.

William’s urgent and anxious voice came through, sounding very tense.

“Yvonne, can you come to the hospital? Benson refuses to eat.”

In the background, the calm and silent sounds of the hospital contrasted sharply with William’s anxiety.

In the kitchen, Yvonne held the phone to her ear, still twirling the noodles. with her chopsticks.

Hearing the news, she rolled her eyes slightly, her mouth twitching.

“If b

he doesn’t eat, let him starve.” Her voice was casual, but her heart was filled with worry for Benson.

Beside her, Bella shook her head and joined the conversation with a touch of helplessness, “Really? How old is he? Acting like a child?”

Her tone was filled with confusion and helplessness towards Benson’s behavior.

Yvonne didn’t respond, just continued eating her noodles.

Her eyes were deep, her chopsticks stirring the bowl as if she were thinking.

The kitchen was quiet, only the crisp sound of chopsticks touching the bowl breaking the silence.

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Although Yvonne seemed indifferent to Benson’s stubbornness on the surface, her inner anxiety surged like a tide.

At the hospital, William felt helpless after hanging up the phone.

He turned to stand by Benson’s bed, looking at his pale and thin face, his worry deepening.

The dim light in the ward cast shadows on Benson’s face, making him look even weaker.

William sighed softly, reaching out to comfort Benson.

But he saw Benson’s tightly closed eyes and pursed lips, showing his stubbornness and resistance.

Around midnight, Yvonne finally couldn’t bear her inner anxiety and worry, and rushed to the hospital.

The hospital corridor was empty, the dim lights starkly contrasting with the busy daytime.

Her high heels made sharp and rapid clicking sounds in the silent corridor, breaking the night’s silence.

The sound echoed in the long corridor, with Yvonne’s anxiety and worry growing stronger with each step.

When she stood by the bed, Benson’s complexion was even paler than during the day, his lips almost bloodless.

The ward’s light cast faint shadows on his face, highlighting his weakness.

The ticking of medical equipment and the low hum of the respirator echoed in the room, creating a dull and oppressive atmosphere.

Yvonne was deeply moved by the scene. She looked at Benson on the bed, her eyes filled with helplessness and anger.

Benson turned his face slightly, his eyes lifting a bit, showing a trace of confusion, “What’s wrong?”

“Benson, what are you trying to do?”

“Repaying you.” Benson’s voice was low, as if carrying an inescapable pain.

Yvonne was taken aback, completely unable to understand, “What?”

“Back in Saint George, when you were alone, wasn’t it more painful than what I feel now?”