Benson
Benson 221

Chapter 221 A Hidden Storm

A faint smile appeared on Yvonne’s face as she gently caressed little Emma’s cheek.

Her gaze was soft but slightly puzzled, and her tone carried a hint of confusion and relief. “He wasn’t thinking of me, was he?”

She knew that Benson’s mindset couldn’t be unraveled with just a simple hug.

His inner world was too complex for her to grasp.

Little Emma’s eyes widened in surprise and seriousness.

“I think he was thinking of you. That day when you came back from out of town, Uncle Benson was stuck at the hospital and couldn’t come back, so he specifically asked me to give you a big hug.”

“What?” Yvonne’s eyes widened in surprise and confusion, her face reflecting mixed emotions.

She hadn’t expected Benson to express his feelings through little Emma at such a moment.

This gestore caught her off guard, leaving her with complicated feelings.

“Yes, that day I was waiting for you, and it was Uncle Benson who asked me to hug you.”

Little Emma’s voice was innocent and caring; she hadn’t realized the deeper implications of this matter.

Her tone was soft and sincere, seemingly defending Benson’s actions..

Yvonne’s eyes grew slightly moist, her emotions caught in a difficult tangle.

She felt Benson’s patience and care, yet she also questioned whether this care truly came from a sincere place.

What she longed for wasn’t just superficial gentleness but genuine care and understanding from the heart. As night fell, the world around her was gradually swallowed by darkness, leaving only lonely streetlights illuminating the deserted streets.

As Benson drove away from the old house, the sound of the tires rolling over the wet asphalt echoed clearly and desolately in the silence.

A mixture of worry and contemplation flickered on his face, his gaze lost and heavy.

As he headed towards the city center, he decided to meet William for dinner.

They met

at an elegantly decorated restaurant where the atmosphere was quiet and refined.

Upon entering, the soft light from the delicate crystal chandeliers warmly lit the dark wood dining tables, creating a cozy and tasteful ambiance.

The walls were adorned with exquisite artwork.

The paintings in antique frames appeared even more mysterious and timeless under the dim light, giving the entire space a cultured yet warm feel.

However, despite the refined surroundings, Benson’s heart remained as heavy as if struck by a sledgehammer.

After sitting down, his gaze unconsciously wandered to the empty seat across from him.

Lost in his complex thoughts, he barely noticed when William arrived and took a seat opposite him.

William sat at the other end of the table, his slightly mocking tone causing Benson to feel a touch of

mritation

“You’re so inpatient. Yvonne has been giving you the cold shoulder for IF.

sooner, maybe it wouldn’t be like this now.”

had focused on her

Benson frowned slightly upon hearing these words. He sat by the window, holding a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke swirling around him, reflecting his inner frustration and helplessness.

His eyes occasionally drifted outside, as if seeking some relief from the outside world.

At that moment, his phone rang, breaking the silence was his mother calling

“What is it, Mom?” Benson answered, his voice tinged with urgency and concern.

Yvonne got a phone call and left in a hurry. I asked her what was going on, but she wouldn’t say.”

His mother’s voice carried a note of worry, clearly puzzled and uneasy about Yvonne’s sudden departure.

Hearing this, Benson felt age of anxiety.

He quickly hung up the phone and called Yvonne, but there was no answer for a long time.

Finally, Yonne answered coolly

“Where are you?” Benson’s voice was cold and direct, filled with urgency.

“I have something to take care of.” Yvonne responded briefly, her tone decisive.

“Where?” Benson pressed, his voice growing more impatient and anxious, his worry evident.

“I’m on my way to the airport.” Yvonne’s response was short and to the point, clearly not wanting to engage with Benson any further.

Her tone was laced with coldness and determination.

“Which flight?” Benson’s voice took on a commanding tone.

He knew this approach might not be effective, but he couldn’t suppress his agitation.

Forty minutes later, the airport terminal was spacious and bright.

Massive billboards hung on the walls, the floor reflecting the glow of the lights, and the air carried the scent of disinfectant.

Yvonne’s expression was calm, but her eyes revealed a mix of anxiety and worry.

As she exited the gate, Benson immediately spotted Jeremy.

Jeremy stood in the airport’s area, looking composed, seemingly unsurprised by this encounter.

Jeremy nodded at Benson and then turned to Yvonne, his tone carrying a hint of concern. “Bella is okay, just a small scrape.”

Yvonne sighed in relief, the tension on her face easing slightly. “What about the person responsible?”

“Drunk, still babbling nonsense,” Jeremy replied, his tone filled with a mix of helplessness and disdain.

His eyes showed a bit of weariness but more so disdain for the situation.

The conversation between them made it seem like Jeremy was the outsider, while Benson was left out.

Jeremy had come to pick up Yvonne, and naturally, she headed for the front passenger seat.

Benson let out a cold laugh and, seeing Yvonne about to open the car door, he quickly slipped into the

seat.

Yvonne’s gaze flickered, unsure how to respond, so she resignedly got into the back seat.

The tension inside the car was palpable.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Yvonne went to check on Bella.

Meanwhile, Benson called out to Jeremy in the hospital corridor.

Back

The corridor was empty and quiet, with a few simple paintings on the walls, and the tiles on the floor gleamed faintly.

The hospital atmosphere was slightly oppressive.

“What exactly are you trying to do?”

Benson’s voice carried a mix of anger and dissatisfaction, his gaze as sharp as a knife, piercing into Jeremy.

Jeremy turned back in surprise, his eyes showing confusion and a bit of disbelief.

“I’m not doing anything. I like Yvonne, but she only sees me as a friend.”

“I trust my wife’s character, but I don’t trust you,” Benson’s tone grew firmer, even carrying a hint of threat. “Whether it’s the project or you showing up in St. George… I don’t believe in so many coincidences.”

Jeremy spread his hands helplessly, his eyes showing a hint of fatigue. “If Mr. Benson doesn’t trust me, there’s nothing I can do.”

“Fine, let’s say it’s a coincidence. You’ve known about Mary’s background for a long time, haven’t you? Yet you chose this moment to tell Yvonne, why?”

Benson’s tone was laced with threat, his gaze cold as ice as he stared at Jeremy.

Jeremy looked at Benson, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes. “I honestly don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

Benson coldly watched him, Jeremy’s innocent expression only deepening his suspicion.

He knew that Mary’s secret had been thoroughly hidden after Jeremy found her.

Jeremy, as a “gift,” was presented to Yvonne, clearly knowing about Mary’s “secret” long before.