Benson
Benson 42

Chapter 42 Fragility Under the Dim Light

“Thud,” “thud” – the sound echoed, as if knocking on Yvonne’s heart, each beat heavy and clear, reminding her that the outside world was anxiously awaiting her response.

She knew Marcus couldn’t see inside from where he stood, but this sense of isolation brought her no comfort.

Her mind was in turmoil, her thoughts scattered like clouds blown by the wind, unable to gather.

Yvonne cast a pleading look at Benson, a look mixed with helplessness and urgency, as if saying, “Help me, I can’t face this alone.” No man could refuse such a look, not even him. Benson’s heart softened under her gaze. He knew he couldn’t refuse Yvonne’s request

It was the most captivating ‘scenery” he had ever seen. He kissed her, his low voice whispering in her ear, “Show me some sincerity, and I’ll get nd of him.”

At that moment, Yvonne’s heart seemed to be gripped tightly by something. She knew she had to make a choice.

She leaned in and kissed him. This kiss was both a response to Benson and a farewell to Marcus

Benson’s eyes darkened deeply. His fingers swiftly glided over his phone screen, sending George a message: “Get rid of Marcus.” His actions were decisive and quick, without a hint of hesitation

Outside, Marcus stood by the car, his impatience evident on his face.

He knocked on the window again, his voice tinged with anger, “Get out! Do you know who you’re messing with? Are you tired of living?” His words were filled with concern for Yvonne

Hearing Marcus’s voice, Yvonne felt it was both close and distant at the same time.

Her heart ached, unsure if it was for him or for herself.

At that moment, her heart seemed to be torn apart. She knew that no matter the outcome. she would lose something.

Outside, Marcus’s phone rang.

He answered it, and whatever he heard made him drop his umbrella and run towards his

His figure appeared hurried in the rain and mist, as if something urgent was calling him. Yvonne glanced sideways and saw Marcus’s figure fading away in the rain

An indescribable feeling welled up in her heart. She didn’t know what mocha a n

to get rid of him, nor how all this would end.

All she knew was that at this moment, her heart was filled with countless emotions, and all she could do was wait quietly for fate’s judgment.

“Go back…” Yvonne had just spoken when her phone buzzed, as if fate itself was urging her to make a choice

The phone vibrated under the seat, making a dull sound, reminding her that some things couldn’t be avoided.

She reached for the phone, and Benson didn’t stop her. Hi waiting for her decision.

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The surroundings fell into darkness again, with only the phone screen’s light illuminating her face, highlighting her hesitation and unease

The name “Marcus” flashed on the screen, and Yvonne’s eyes hurt. She adjusted her breathing, trying to calm the storm within her.

She answered, her voice trembling slightly, “Hello…”

“Yvonne, which hospital are you at? Are you in pain?” Marcus’s voice came from the other end, filled with anxiety and concern.

Tears fell from Yvonne’s eyes, her heart touched gently by a soft feather at that moment.

“I’m not in pain, and I’m not at a hospital…” She tried to make her voice sound calm, but the turmoil within was hard to hide.

“Don’t lie to me. George sent me a picture. You’ve been beaten. I need to take care of you.”

Marcus’s voice was urgent and worried, his concern making it hard for Yvonne not to soften.

He was driving in the rain, the speed evident in his urgency and unease.

“Marcus, are you driving? Please be careful,” she pleaded, not wanting Marcus to be in danger because of her.

Benson pulled her into his arms, causing her phone to fall again.

Yvonne, with teary eyes, watched the call duration tick by, hearing Marcus’s faint “Hello, hello,” followed by him calling her name.

“Yvonne, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me! Marcus’s voice was filled with panic, not knowing what had happened on the other end.

Yvonne’s phone went black. Benson still held her, only stopping when his own phone rang.

Benson answered, hearing George say, “I can’t keep this up. Marcus is checking every hospital.”

Benson leaned back in the seat, his voice hoarse, “I know.

He realized the game had gone beyond his control.

Yvonne was in his arms, her heart tom by countless emotions at that moment.

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“Can you take me to the hospital?” Yvonne’s voice carried a hint of plea, her eye her helplessness

“Is it necessary?” Benson asked, his tone cold, suggesting some more complex feelings.

According to him, it might be better for Marcus to see everything and end it quickly.

“I will break up with him completely, never see him again, Yvonne said, her voice trembling slightly, her resolve seeming to waver in the wind, ready to be blown away at any moment.

Marcus hadn’t finished high school before immersing himself in the dating scene. After his father sent him abroad, he barely earned a diploma before returning.

If there’s one thing Marcus is experienced in, it’s replaceing women.

His world was full of games and challenges, but this time, it seemed he truly cared.

The photo George sent showed Yvonne’s swollen face. No one could beat a woman like that without reason, and she was tied up like a dumpling. He knew immediately what had happened.

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His heart felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer, pain and anger intertwining.

Around midnight, Marcus received a location from George.

He drove there without hesitation, his mind focused only on seeing Yvonne and confirming her safety.

Marcus pushed open the hospital room door, where only a dim light was on, casting a glow on Yvonne’s face.

She wasn’t sleeping, just leaning against the headboard. In the dim light, she looked like a fragile porcelain doll, making one reluctant to touch her.

“You’re here?” Yvonne smiled at him, despite the pain and struggle in her smile.

Marcus looked at the bruises on her lips, feeling an indescribable pain in his heart.

“I’m here. Am I too late?” His voice was filled with guilt and remorse.

Yvonne cried, shaking her head, “No, you’re not.”

Her tears sparkled under the light, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

Marcus sat in front of her, “I should have protected you.” His voice was low, filled with a sense of powerlessness.

“It’s not your fault, it’s my own carelessness,” Yvonne said, her voice carrying a sense of acceptance, as if telling herself that all of this was destined.

Then, like last time at the restaurant, Yvonne’s fingers gently traced a line on the back of his hand. Her touch was gentle yet firm, “Marcus, we can’t try anymore. Let’s not see each. other again.”

Her voice was filled with determination, but her eyes sparkled with reluctance.