Benson

Chapter 244 Torn Emotions

Yvonne met Benson when she was young, and her

infatuation with him was almost unconditional.

To her, his appearance was unique, like a beautiful work of art, impossible to describe with words.

The awe she felt seemed to transcend language, becoming an eternal landscape in her heart.

In her memories, Benson’s eyes were deep and captivating. Even when he lost his sight, the sense of sorrow and helplessness tore at her heart.

She watched his shattered sadness, and the pain inside her was overwhelming. To ease his suffering, she chose to stay by his side in silence.

She stayed close to him, and every careful touch was a reflection of the deep care she had for him. His words, like a soft melody, lingered in her ears.

His voice was gentle yet filled with deep emotion; every word seemed to touch her heartstrings. Back then, she felt his voice was like the low notes of a bass guitar, softly vibrating her chest, each tremor

making her heart race.

She was drawn to this tender voice, and gradually, her heart began to waver with it.

As time passed, they discovered that they shared

the same interests, with similar passions for literature and art.

Their mutual love for the character Lin Daiyu became a common topic between them.

They often discussed “Wuthering Heights,” always speaking with a hint of disdain about Heathcliff, while they deeply resonated with Catherine’s talents

and fate.

He would talk about Tolstoy’s romantic escapades, sparking her interest in Tolstoy’s works.

She read all of Tolstoy’s books, as if each one was a

bond between her and Benson’s emotions.

However, in the height of their affection, various reasons drove them apart.

Yvonne hoped countless times that his eyesight would recover and that he could see her face. She once thought of herself as somewhat beautiful and believed she wasn’t mute-wouldn’t that be an extra

surprise?

Her heart was filled with youthful fantasies, thinking everything would work out.

Seven years quietly passed, and her waiting became long and painful.

She never expected that when he finally recognized and found her, it was at a time when she no longer

needed him.

Her former hopes and waits had now turned into indescribably complex emotions.

Standing before Benson, Yvonne’s heart was exceptionally calm and composed.

She sat in his arms, just inches away, her face gently illuminated by the soft light, looking delicate and graceful.

A hint of unspoken calm and determination flickered in her eyes.

“Benson, you searched for me for many years, went to many places-that sounds so deep and sincere.”

Her voice was calm with a touch of indifference.

“Should I be moved? Should I forgive you

unconditionally? Was I in love with someone else all

these years?”

Yvonne stood in front of Benson, her voice filled

with deep pain and restraint.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she tried to remain composed, though her tone clearly conveyed her frustration and helplessness.

“I tried so hard to please you, to take care of you in every possible way. And what did I get in return?”

Her voice trembled, revealing her emotions

unintentionally.

She tightly clenched her hands, her knuckles turning white, as if only by doing so could she suppress the anger and sadness within her.

Benson looked ashamed, his gaze lowered, only able

to watch her in silence.

He knew there was no way to justify his past

mistakes, the wrong choices, and decisions that had

caused him to lose her.

And now, facing her questions, he could only silently accept them.

In Yvonne’s memory, that time was the most tormenting period of her life.

Benson used Mary to punish and hurt her, even though she always smiled at him.

She tried her best to win his affection with care but never received the response she deserved.

Her care and love for him were like a lighthouse in the deep sea, always shining in the dark.

Hoping he would see it, yet he always ignored it.

“Yvonne… I didn’t know, I really didn’t know, I never thought you were right by my side.”

Benson’s voice was low, tinged with regret.

His gaze was filled with complex emotions, a mix of pain and remorse, making it hard for him to express.

Her tears finally fell, dropping onto her slightly trembling chin.

She looked up at Benson, her eyes filled with

undeniable sadness.

“So, Benson, you have no right to feel wronged. You went to chase hope and felt disappointed again-l

had the same feelings. So, owe you nothing…”

Her words were laden with strong accusations and complaints, as if she wanted to pour out all her pain and injustice.

Her words echoed in the air carrying a deep emotional impact.

“If you had told me directly at St. George’s…” Benson’s voice carried a hint of pleading and helplessness.

Yvonne smiled faintly, with a touch of irony and bitterness.

“If I had told you directly, things wouldn’t have ended up like this, right? Didn’t I tell you? It was you who didn’t believe me, you didn’t believe the person you were looking for was me.”

Benson’s heart jolted as if her words had struck a

chord within him.

He suddenly recalled that she had once told him very clearly, “The person you’re looking for isn’t Olivia.”

Her expression back then was as cold and resolute

as winter snow.

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She had once said to him, “You really disappoint me.’

At that time, he thought her disappointment was merely a rebuke for missed opportunities, not such deep emotional hurt.

Now, he finally understood that her disappointment wasn’t just anger at missed opportunities but a total disillusionment with all his actions and decisions.

“So, Benson, the person responsible for what happened between us isn’t me.” Her voice carried a

hint of determination and weariness.

“That’s why I didn’t tell you because I knew if I did, you wouldn’t go to such great lengths to bring Olivia back.”

Her words cut through his feelings of weakness and guilt like a sharp blade.

She knew that if she had told him earlier, or if he had

believed her sooner, their relationship might have changed.

But she also knew that Benson couldn’t possibly pay such a high price just for her explanation.

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she afraid that Benson might have an accident?

“You’re really heartless!” Her voice carried a trace of anxiety and helplessness, as if she was deeply

disappointed in Benson’s coldness.

Benson’s heart felt as if an invisible hand had gripped it tightly, flooding him with painful emotions.

He looked at Yvonne, the eyes that once held love now filled with deep resentment and sadness.

Every word she spoke seemed to open the wounds in his heart, making him feel pain like never before.

He knew, facing this Yvonne, he had no way to respond.

Her pain and accusations made him feel immensely guilty and ashamed.

And all these years of waiting and missed chances seemed to have torn all the emotions hotunan

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