Chapter Benson 250
Chapter 250 A Belated Embrace
Maria stood at the doorway, her eyes wide with shock, her surprise evident on
her face.
She glanced at Yvonne, then turned to Benson, still processing what she had just heard.
Yvonne was equally stunned, her eyes widening as she looked at denson.
Her face gradually paled, a flicker of complex emotions passing through her eyes before she regained her composure.
She said nothing, merely standing quietly to the side, feeling the heavy atmosphere in the room.
“I’m getting divorced, and I don’t want anyone to see me like this,” Benson’s voice was low, tinged with helplessness and pain.
His gaze fell on Maria as he tried to mask the turmoil inside him.
Maria opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end, she remained
silent.
She knew her place as a servant and understood it wasn’t her place to interfere in such personal matters. She quietly exited the room.
Once Maria left, Benson lowered his head, his eyes once again focusing on the divorce papers on the coffee table.
When he saw the amount written on the papers, a wry smile crossed his face.” You’re giving me…this much money?”
His voice was filled with disbelief and surprise, his eyes flashing with.
incredulity.
“I’ve never heard of a divorce where the woman gives the man billions.”
Benson murmured to himself, his tone laced with a mix of irony and
resignation.
He scanned the figures on the agreement again, as if trying to confirm he hadn’t misread it.
Yvonne stood by, her expression calm, though there was a faint trace of sadness in her eyes.
“Bringing Olivia back isn’t just about money; your skills and resources were also crucial. I owe you for that.”
Her voice was steady, with a determined resilience.
“Don’t think too much about it. Even if I spend more money, it doesn’t
guarantee she’ll return.”
Once again, Benson found himself taken aback by Yvonne’s way with words- her firm resolve mixed with an acknowledgment of his abilities.
Her words stirred a bittersweet feeling in him, making him reassess Yvonne’s sincerity and determination.
Benson set the agreement down on the coffee table, his eyes lingering on the hefty document as a swirl of emotions rose within him.
“This is no small amount. You’ve worked hard for it, and with all the issues the Winstead Group is facing, is it really worth it for Olivia?”
His voice carried a note of concern and confusion, his gaze deep and troubled.
Yvonne nodded slightly, her expression resolute yet tender.
“It’s worth it. Her life is worth it.”
Her voice was firm yet gentle, as if she were making a heartfelt wish for her
and Olivia’s future.
“Yvonne, this is all your savings. To give it all to me–I don’t understand.”
Benson’s voice was filled with a mix of helplessness and confusion.
He had once visited Eurasia Film and even the trading company, so he had some understanding of Yvonne’s financial situation.
He knew that while she had earned a substantial income over the years, it
wasn’t limitless.
Such a large sum as compensation left him deeply puzzled.
Yvonne sighed softly, her gaze softening as she looked at him.
“There’s nothing difficult to understand. It’s for Olivia and for myself”
Her voice carried a deep emotion
“once loved you passionately. Even without my father and brother’s support, I thought. I was worthy of marrying you.”
It wasn’t to climb the social ladder of the Taylor family, or for anything else.
It was simply because she liked him, loved him, and wanted to spend her life. with him.
Benson’s heart ached as he looked at her, understanding the unspoken meaning in her words.
Once, she had resolutely told her parents she wanted to be with him.
Now, with the same resolve, she was saying she didn’t want him anymore.
Benson’s emotions were a tangled mess, his heart once soaring with joy from her intense love, now filled with deep regret for what had been lost.
Yvonne was the kind of person who, once she cared about someone, gave her all–whether it was as a friend or a lover, she was utterly sincere.
Now, he finally began to understand her.
But it was too late. Benson walked up to her, leaning in to embrace her.
Yvonne instinctively stepped back, but his hand fell on her back, holding her firmly.
Benson’s voice was choked with emotion and resignation, “Don’t push me away
This embrace is too late. I’m too late, too late.”
His words were filled with deep regret and an indescribable pain.
Yvonne stiffened, her body tensing as she felt Benson’s breath, a warmth from the past, yet no longer familiar.
She wanted to pull away, but he held her tightly.
She could feel Benson’s heartbeat–a rhythm she once knew so well, now foreign to her.
Benson’s embrace was full of sorrow, his voice a soft murmur, “I know I’ve
been wrong, that I’ve made you suffer so much. I’ve been so foolish, so foolish
His voice was low, filled with deep self–reproach.
Yvonne’s emotions were conflicted and chaotic. She looked up at Benson, her eyes showing a hint of pity.
She knew that everything that had happened, beyond Benson’s mistakes, also involved her own faults she couldn’t ignore.
“Benson, it’s not necessary. Our marriage has come to this point, and it’s not just your fault. I have my share of the blame too.”
Her voice was tinged with exhaustion and resignation.
She looked into Benson’s eyes, seeing the emotions swirling within them, and felt a pang of guilt.
She continued, “Just like how I knew you were looking for me, but I kept it from you. It must have been hard for you when you found out the truth, right?”
Benson’s expression grew more pained, and after a moment of silence, he finally spoke in a low voice, “It was more than hard–it made me angry.”
His voice was filled with helplessness and anger.
“Thinking about all the things I did for you–whether at work or trying to win your favor–you remained indifferent. I gave so much, but all I got in return was your coldness.”
Benson’s fingers gently stroked her face, tender but filled with deep heartache.
“And still, you kept pushing me toward others.”
His voice carried a deep sense of loss, as if speaking of a truth he could barely
bear.
Yvonne felt a sharp pain in her heart, knowing how deeply she had hurt Benson.
She lowered her head, pressing her lips together, trying to suppress her
emotions.
But Benson didn’t let go of her.
He continued to hold her face in his hands, his thumb gently caressing her soft
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