Benson

Chapter 77 Tears of Accusation

As Benson spoke, he gently caressed the top of Yvonne’s head, a tender gesture that made Yvonne feel uneasy.

At 26, she was no longer the girl easily swept away by love. Her life was now more abou rationality and calmness.

Yvonne was dressed in a black V–neck loose sweater layered over a matching base shirt, minimalist outfit that made her appear both efficient and a bit distant, giving an impression of inapproachability.

Benson, sitting next to her, gently pulled her into his arms and softly asked, “What’s wrong? Is work not going well?” His voice was full of concern, like a caring husband trying to soothe her worries.

“It’s not work; it’s you,” Yvonne’s voice was calm, but with a hint of unnoticed weariness

Benson was taken aback, lifting his head to look at Yvonne’s beautiful face. Her smile wast still there, but it didn’t reach her eyes, appearing somewhat forced.

“Me? Are you upset because I didn’t pick you up?” Benson tried to decipher her emotions

“Let’s eat first,” Yvonne said, preparing to stand up.

Benson suddenly grabbed her waist, his gaze turning sharp, no longer gentle, “What, afraid you can’t eat?”

Yvonne looked him straight in the eyes, ignoring the coldness there, and calmly replied,

Yes.‘

“What is it this time?” Benson’s tone held a hint of impatience.

That word “this time‘ made Yvonne’s lips curl into a bitter smile. She knew that if he had any feelings for her, he wouldn’t use such words.

“I… want a divorce again.” Yvonne’s voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, yet it struck Benson’s heart like a hammer.

Benson’s face instantly darkened, his gaze sweeping over the dishes on the table, a surge of inexplicable anger rising within him. Was this a breakup dinner?

She sure had a sense of ceremony.

During their time in Biscayne, although Yvonne responded coldly to Benson’s enthusiasm, she at least behaved obediently, letting him hold her.

However, Benson felt a slight displeasure, suspecting that Yvonne’s compliance was merely a tactic to ensure Bella wasn’t taken away by Andrew, rather than genuine affection.

Benson glared at Yvonne, his anger building. He suddenly lifted her, placing her on the

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dining table, his hands on either side of her, and through gritted teeth, he said, “Are you really that unyielding, crossing the river and then breaking the bridge?”

His body pressed close to hers, and Yvonne took a deep breath, calmly saying, “I won’t divorce if you meet my condition.”

“Let’s hear it,” Benson’s voice carried a barely noticeabile tension.

“Mary goes to jail, and I won’t divorce, Yvonne’s voice was firm, her gaze locked on Benson.

Benson’s lips tightened, his eyes growing deep. “You found out. When did you know?” His voice carried a trace of surprise and unease.

As Benson spoke, Yvonne’s eyes involuntarily reddened.

A mix of emotions surged within her. So, it was indeed him who arranged for Zoe to leave the country and concealed what Mary did to her.

Suspicions and hearing it firsthand were entirely different.

She thought she didn’t care, but at this moment, her heart ached terribly.

Just wearing his coat for him, just holding her to watch the stars in Biscayne, she foolishly. contradictorily thought that if he wanted to live well with her, there was a chance in the future. She was really so stupid, so stupid!

“It doesn’t matter how I found out now. The question is, what will you choose?” Yvonne’s voice trembled slightly, but her gaze remained firm.

Benson looked at her seriously, feeling guilty about this matter. He carefully chose his words and said slowly, “She can go to jail… but not now.”

Yvonne’s eyelashes fluttered. His choice was expected, wasn’t it?

She gently pushed, this time without much force, freeing herself from his grip.

Yvonne’s face showed no anger, only deep fatigue and indifference.

She jumped off the dining table, her movements light and decisive, as if she had lost all patience for this endless dispute.

She took out the divorce papers from her bag, her fingers trembling slightly, but her eyes were resolute.

She threw the papers in front of him, her voice calm but with an undeniable firmness, “Sign it.”

“I won’t sign,” Benson’s voice was low and firm, his gaze locked on her, trying to find any trace of hesitation in her expression. But Yvonne’s face was like ice, showing no emotion.

Really, many things, once experienced enough, become numbing. Yvonne felt a wave of helplessness, no longer harboring any illusions about this relationship.

“Fine, you don’t have to sign. But let her face her deserved punishment,” Yvonne’s voice was cold and hard. She turned to leave but was grabbed by Benson, who held her wrist tightly.

Yvonne turned to look at him, her eyes showing confusion and disappointment, “Are you trying to stop me?”

“I’ll handle this,” Benson’s voice carried a hint of pleading. His gaze was complex, as if trying to explain something but unable to find the words.

“No need. I’ll handle it myself. Didn’t you say I could deal with her as I wished? Now, unwilling?” Yvonne retorted, her heart cold.

Her voice trembled slightly, but her eyes were unusually firm.

you’re

“Benson, didn’t you also say there would be no more rumors about her? Yes, the rumors are gone, but now it’s all underground. Didn’t you say not to always threaten me and show some sincerity? I believed it, I had hopes. But what about you?”

Yvonne’s words were filled with disappointment and pain, her eyes glistening with tears, but her tone was unusually firm.

Benson had no words to say, his eyes filled with helplessness and pain. He knew he hadn’t handled this matter well.

“Yvonne, she needs to help me with something. Can you wait a bit longer?”

“Someone who hurt me, you want me to wait?

Do you know she had Anthony take pictures of me, right in my face?”

Mentioning that incident, tears welled up in Yvonne’s eyes.

If she hadn’t been cautious at that time, if she hadn’t run into William, she didn’t know what would have happened. She was terrified.

But what was her husband saying? For the culprit, let her wait?

He was her husband!

“Will you sign or not?” Yvonne asked him.

She really didn’t want to waste another minute with him.

She blinked back her tears, forcing herself to remain calm while talking to him.

“You can still help Andrew, but in Las Vegas, it won’t be easy for him to take Bella away.” Yvonne said, and after returning from Biscayne, she had hired two bodyguards for Bella.

Benson just looked at her, not speaking, not even glancing at the divorce papers, hoping to let it pass coldly.

But Yvonne didn’t give him the chance, picking

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police right in front of him.

Before the call connected, he grabbed her phone and hung up.

“I said, I’ll handle this.” He had lost his patience, sighed, and held her shoulders, not knowing how to explain Mary or how to bring up his past.

“Yvonne, please give me some more time, okay?” His voice was pleading, trying to calm her down.

“Benson, in your heart, I seem to never occupy that important place. You always make me feel aggrieved time and again…”