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Chapter 222 The Calm Before the Storm

Benson hadn’t known the true connection between Yvonne and Mary until that fateful moment in St. George, when Mary’s words struck him like a heavy blow, revealing a truth he had never suspected.

He realized that Yvonne’s investigation Into Mary was thorough, clearly indicating that their relationship was far more complex than it appeared on the surface.

Even though Benson pretended not to understand, the reality was that he did

those hidden truths.

really want to uncover

In the hospital corridor, the col white lights cast their shadows on the walls as Benson spoke in a low, threatening volce, “Stay away from her.”

His v

words cut through the silence like a blade in the dark, carrying an undeniable sense of authority.

The corridor walls, illuminated by the lights, appeared especially cold, and the floor tiles glowed faintly in the quiet air.

Jeremy’s expression remained calm, showing no sign of fear.

Having faced many challenges in the business world, he was used to such confrontations.

He spoke slowly, his tone carrying a hint of indifference

“I was the one who told Yvonne about Mary’s background. I knew what she wanted to do and simply helped her achieve it. But you, her husband, knew nothing about it. Isn’t that laughable?”

His words were cold, and Benson could sense the underlying threat in them.

Benson’s gaze deepened as he locked eyes with Jeremy.

A cold smile slowly spread across Benson’s face.

“If you’re being so direct, then I will be too. I want her because I believe she deserves to be cherished. You’re not worthy of her!”

Jeremy’s expression remained unchanged, maintaining a relaxed posture with a refined and gentle demeanor.

“So… you think you are?”

His tone was slightly mocking, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. The tense atmosphere in the corridor contrasted sharply with the calmness of their conversation.

Their exchange shattered the hospital’s quiet, and the surrounding air seemed to grow heavier due to the Intensity of their confrontation.

The hospital corridor felt especially cold, with the clock on the wall ticking loudly.

The floor tiles reflected the light faintly, as if silently recording this wordless battle.

Jeremy’s phone suddenly rang, and he answered it with a smile, his fingers gliding swiftly across the screen as he responded to a few messages.

Then he turned to Benson, a sly glint in his eyes. “Since we’re being so open, let me give you a gift.”

Benson’s expression showed a mix of confusion and curiosity. At that moment, his phone rang again-it

was a call from Steven.

On the other end, Steven’s voice was urgent, “Mr. Benson, do you have a moment to talk?”

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“Now?” Benson’s tone was surprised and a bit disdainful, not understanding Steven’s urgency.

“Right now,” Steven insisted, his tone firm and pressing, indicating something urgent needed attention

Benson let out a low laugh, glancing at Jeremy, “Alright”

He hung up the phone, and Jeremy’s eyes showed a flicker of surprise and unease. He hadn’t expected Benson to be in contact with Steven.

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

Benson’s voice was filled with sarcasm and coldness clearly unimpressed by Jeremy’s partnership wit! Steven.

“Was it worth exposing your collaboration with Steven like this?”

Benson’s tone was icy, surprised that Jeremy had so easily revealed his connection with Steven.

Jeremy seemed a bit taken aback. Initially, he hadn’t intended for Benson to know about his relationship with Steven.

But at this point, he chose not to hide it any longer.

His voice turned flat, but his eyes betrayed a hint of resolve.

“It is worth it, for her. But if you don’t go, I won’t be able to be with Yvonne, and my plan will fail. M Benson… what’s your choice?”

The hospital corridor was enveloped in silence. The evening lights cast long shadows.

The tension in their conversation created an almost tangible sense of hidden pressure in the air.

Jeremy stood tall, his figure appearing especially stern in the dim light, his expression cold and unyielding.

Every small gesture, from his clenched fists to his determined gaze, conveyed an unmistakable sense of determination.

Benson, on the other hand, appeared shrouded in deep gloom, making him look much older.

His shoulders slumped slightly, and his back was bent under the weight of his heavy heart.

As the conversation continued, Benson’s brow furrowed more deeply, and his eyes revealed a mix of confusion and pain.

His voice was low and hoarse, as if each word took a great effort to speak.

In the hospital room, Yvonne sat by Bella’s bedside, the room softly lit.

The faint smell of antiseptic lingered in the air, creating a calm and comfortable atmosphere.

Although Bella’s face had some scrapes, there were no other serious injuries.

Yvonne’s gaze was filled with concern and worry as she gently stroked Bella’s hand, trying to comfort her.

“It just looked bad; the car didn’t even hit me.”

Bella’s smile carried a hint of helplessness. Despite her injuries, her attitude was noticeably relaxed.

The hospital room’s curtains were half-drawn, letting in a faint light. The paintings on the walls hung quietly, as if conveying peace and tranquility.

*If your face is already this injured, imagine if it had hit you directly. You’d be done for,” Yvonne said with a hint of reprimand, her arms crossed, and her gaze filled with deep concern.

Her brows furrowed as her face displayed her worry for Bella.

“Has Andrew talked to you?”

Yvonne’s tone was laced with frustration, and her expression grew complex when she mentioned Andrew. Bella shook her head slightly. “Talk? About what? Love?”

Her tone was tinged with sarcasm and resignation, clearly indicating she didn’t hold much hope for her relationship with Andrew.

The hospital room walls were somewhat plain, and the ticking clock seemed to underscore their

conversation,

Yvonne took a deep breath, aware that Bella’s past had not been easy.

A few years ago, Bella halmost lost her life, and after leaving the spotlight, she had gone through many tough times.

Her resilience was admirable, but the current situation weighed heavily on Yvonne’s heart.

“I’m past the age where I expect emotional support from men.”

Bella’s tone carried a mix of firmness and self-deprecation, showing that she no longer relied on past relationships for emotional fulfillment.

Her eyes revealed a sense of acceptance, though tinged with unavoidable sadness.

“Are you done playing around? If so, then end it.”

Yvonne’s voice held a hint of probing, reflecting her concern for Bella’s emotional well-being.

She hoped Bella could replace true peace. –

Bella propped herself up on her arm, trying to sit up. “You… aren’t you the one who advises against breaking up? What’s wrong with him?”

Do you

know he’s about to get engaged?”

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