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Chapter 266 The Final Decision

Yvonne retreated to a side room, her heart heavy with sorrow, her figure appearing especially lonely under the dim light.

Her emotions were a tangled mess; she couldn’t tell whether the pain she felt was for Benson or for herself.

As she listened to the chaotic sounds coming from the main hall, a deep sense of grief welled up inside her.

Benson’s voice, filled with anger and frustration, echoed from the hall.

“Mom, I’ve been searching for her for so many years… Is this really the end after all my efforts?”

His voice was a mix of helplessness and agitation, emotions that had been bottled up for so long finally bursting out.

Victoria’s expression remained cold, but there was a hint of helplessness and pain in her eyes.

“Keep searching, go on. But your wife has already left you, and you’re still searching. How foolish can you be?”

Her tone was harsh, but it couldn’t hide the pain and conflict within her.

She understood the hurt and disappointment her son was feeling, but she also knew that some things could no longer be mended.

“Mom, I won’t search anymore, I won’t. I just want Yvonne. Let me go, I won’t search anymore. I’ll listen to her, I’ll do whatever Yvonne wants, okay?”

Benson’s voice was filled with a desperate plea, his eyes full of regret and helplessness.

Tears were already welling up at the corners of his eyes, his face pale, making him look utterly defeated.

Victoria felt a pang of sorrow in her heart, and her voice softened with a sigh of regret.

“Son, it’s like bringing milk after the child has starved. Where were you when it mattered?”

Her eyes showed a deep sadness. She knew her past decisions had caused much pain, but she believed they were for her son’s future.

“I forced you into this marriage back then, and now I’m forcing you out of it. Begging me won’t help. You should be begging Yvonne!”

Victoria’s voice carried a tone of regret and self–blame as she realized how much she had interfered in her son’s marriage.

And now, it had led to this painful outcome.

Benson’s face was as white as a sheet, and he felt as if he were falling into an abyss, unable to escape.

At that moment, he finally felt a fear and regret he had never known before.” Mom, I was wrong. I truly regret it. I don’t want anyone else, just her.”

His voice was low and trembling, as if all the remorse and pain buried deep within him were pouring out at this moment.

Victoria looked at Benson’s tearful eyes and couldn’t help but feel a surge of

pity.

She wiped away her own tears, trying to maintain her composure. “Son, if you grant Yvonne’s wish, there might still be a chance.”

Her tone was gentle, offering a glimmer of hope to her son, hoping to give him

one last bit of solace.

She knew that continuing to cling on would only destroy whatever feelings were left, eroding the last remnants of their bond.

Benson’s eyes were filled with despair; his spirit had been crushed.

Pinned to the chair, he felt like an empty shell, his thoughts consumed by his deep longing for Yvonne and the harsh reality he was now forced to accept.

Victoria, having wiped away her tears, called for Yvonne with a heavy heart.

Yvonne didn’t look back; she simply followed Victoria silently, heading toward

the car.

Under the sunlight, Yvonne’s figure appeared especially slender and frail, yet it exuded a certain strength.

Her steps were steady and firm, as if she had made a resolute decision.

As Yvonne left, Benson’s gaze remained fixed on her retreating figure.

He watched her determined silhouette, filled with a mix of resentment and

regret.

She had once loved him so fiercely, and now she was leaving just as decisively.

A deep pain surged through him, as if every decision he had made was unregretted, yet he himself was unable to escape from it.

On Saturday morning, the civil affairs bureau was unusually quiet.

For Benson’s dignity, the people with him had not treated him as harshly as they had at the dining table.

Even so, Benson’s handsome face looked particularly grim.

His complexion was pale, his eyes tired and dejected, making him appear

particularly miserable.

Every passing second deepened his inner agony and despair.

In the quiet office of the civil affairs bureau, Yvonne sat at a simple desk.

She wore a black oversized cardigan over a white crew–neck T–shirt.

Her slim waist was accentuated by the T–shirt, the stark contrast between black and white drawing attention.

Her face was calm, her expression focused as she filled out the divorce application.

Each word she wrote was neat and meticulous, as if each stroke was affirming her inner resolve.

Benson stood across from her, his gaze dull.

He fixated on her profile, the delicate curve of her nose, and her rosy lips.

These details had once been so dear to him, but now they had become wounds he could never heal.

The thought that this person would no longer be his wife filled him with unbearable pain.

Chapté feh The Final Declaton

He realized that he could no longer hold her, could no longer kiss her; she would soon belong to someone else.

This realization was more than he could bear.

His breathing became labored, and an overwhelming impulse drove him to stand up and run out.

But his attempt was quickly stopped by the well–trained bodyguards from the Winstead family. They moved swiftly, pinning him to the ground.

“Sir, please calm down. This is a public place. Don’t make a scene,” one of the bodyguards said, his voice steady and emotionless, showing their experience in handling such situations.

Hearing the commotion, Yvonne paused for a moment but didn’t turn around.

Her back remained lonely, her resolute posture silently conveying to everyone

that she would not look back.

Her decision was made, and nothing Benson did could change it.

Victoria stood nearby, dressed elegantly, her gaze cold and unyielding.

She looked at her son with a stern expression.

“Benson, we wanted to leave you some dignity, but if you don’t need it, then there’s no point in trying.”

Her voice carried both resignation and determination, clearly disappointed in

her son’s behavior.

The staff at the civil affairs bureau watched silently, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.

They had worked there for years, but this was the first time they had seen. someone being escorted by bodyguards to finalize a divorce.

None of them expected that their weekend shift would be for such a situation.

The scene was so unusual, it felt as though they had stepped into a completely

different world from their routine work.

On this calm morning, despite the many questions swirling in their minds, the staff maintained their professional composure.

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They efficiently processed the divorce paperwork and finally looked at Yvonne and Benson, asking, “Are you both here to divorce of your own free will?”