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Chapter 88 The Choice Between Love and Responsibility

Mother’s words flowed like a gentle stream, providing appropriate guidance for her son while leaving him a chance to redeem himself.

This was her wisdom, reflecting her deep love for her son. Benson knew his mother was preserving his last bit of dignity while silently telling him that the situation had reached a point where it had to be resolved.

Mary’s issue was like a thom deeply embedded in Benson’s heart, constantly pricking his nerves.

He knew that Yvonne was utterly disappointed in him. This disappointment was like a sharp knife, repeatedly stabbing his heart. Every time he thought of Yvonne’s disappointed eyes, his heart filled with pain and self–blame.

“I’d rather see Wonne’s disappointment in person than try to win her back,” Benson muttered to himself, his face etched with fatigue and helplessness.

Even though Mary used “that person’s” matter to threaten him, he still believed there was a way to have it all. However, he had never taken that step, a step that was so difficult for him.

His feelings for Yvonne had been diluted by real life. He was used to her sacrifices but was unwilling to put in the effort for her.

Benson was deeply conflicted, his mood like an endless vortex from which he couldn’t escape.

“Did I really do something wrong?” he murmured, his eyes showing a trace of confusion. He wanted to make amends but didn’t know where to start. He felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness welling up inside him.

Yet, just as he was about to take that step, his heart was filled with hesitation and fear. Memories of “that person” constantly lingered in his mind, as if any care and attempt for Yvonne were a betrayal to “that person.

His chest felt tight, a sensation that made him feel suffocated. Facing his own weakness and helplessness, Benson had to admit that he was not so noble after all, unable to love only one person his entire life.

“What should I do?” he asked himself, his eyes filled with confusion and pain.

He knew he needed to make a choice–either let go of Yvonne or Mary. However, this choice was so difficult for him that he didn’t know how to face it.

Benson sat there, his thoughts in turmoil. His mood was as heavy as lead, his eyes filled with pain and struggle.

He knew he needed to make a decision, but he couldn’t make up his mind. His conflicting feelings were like a sharp sword, piercing his heart.

“I’m not so noble, unable to love only one person my entire life,” he muttered to himself, his voice full of helplessness and self–blame. He knew his decision would hurt Yvonne, but he couldn’t change his feelings.

Benson was deeply conflicted, his mood like an endless vortex from which he couldn’t escape. He knew he needed to face his feelings and make a difficult choice.

However, he didn’t know what consequences this choice would bring him.

The family atmosphere suddenly became heavy. Victoria’s cold snort was filled with deep

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disappointment and anger, “I don’t want to help you commit sins, you little scoundrel.” Benson couldn’t see the tears in his mother’s eyes but felt the pain in her words.

His heart sank. He had thought his family would stand by him, but he didn’t expect things to develop this far.

Victoria, who walked out of the room, had obviously reached some kind of understanding with Yvonne.. Her steps were firm, each one seeming to step heavily on Benson’s heart.

Benson smiled bitterly as he lit a cigarette. In the swirling smoke, his thoughts were in turmoil. He had two days, two days to consider how to handle this predicament.

Benson had once thought of Mary’s scandal as a game he could easily control and end.

However, he now realized that he was just a pawn, trapped by the dual pressures of emotion and responsibility.

At the beginning, he had entangled himself with Mary for money and fame. Now, he had become a victim, suffering the backlash of fate.

Yvonne’s heart was filled with anxiety and unease, but at this point, she had no choice. After learning the situation from Megan and knowing that Marcus would be safe as long as the surveillance footage was not exposed, she decided to visit Marcus in person.

The sky was as gloomy as Yvonne’s mood, overcast and heavy with clouds, as if it could rain at any

moment.

She drove through winding roads, the lush trees on either side seeming to silently guard the spacious estate.

The flowers in the garden at the front, fresh from the recent rain, looked particularly vibrant, but these lively scenes couldn’t dispel the gloom in Yvonne’s heart.

Her heart pounded faster with each step towards Marcus’s house, her nerves like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

She gently pressed the doorbell, the sound echoing through the empty hallway, as if knocking on her heart.

Every second of waiting felt unusually long until the door slowly opened, and Marcus’s father, Henry, appeared in the foyer.

Henry, with his burly build and kind eyes beneath thick eyebrows, made Yvonne’s heart race even faster.

Seeing Yvonne, Henry’s face immediately lit up with a complex expression of joy and surprise. His voice carried undisguised delight, “Miss Yvonne, please come in, come in!” His warm welcome gave Yvonne a bit of comfort but also heightened her nervousness.

Henry’s enthusiasm made Yvonne feel a bit uneasy. She smiled slightly, trying to ease the awkwardness with humor, “Uncle, I’m quite familiar with Marcus. You don’t have to be so formal. Is Marcus home?” Her voice was soft, with a hint of urgency.

Henry was momentarily taken aback but then smiled warmly, “Oh, I see! Please wait a moment, I’ll call him down right away.

He turned to go upstairs but suddenly stopped, turning back with a playful yet scrutinizing tone, “So, are you that mysterious girlfriend of Marcus?”

His sharp and deep eyes seemed to probe for something in Yvonne’s response.

Yvonne paused slightly. Facing Henry’s piercing gaze, she nodded gently, her tone firm yet soft, “I suppose

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Her response was like a spring breeze rippling across allake, stirring layers of waves.

Henry then laughed heart ly, clapping his hands in delight.

“Ha ha, good, good!” Henry’s laughter echoed through the spacious hall, his joy unmistakable.

He approached Yvonne, his eyes filled with undisguised gratitude and concern. “You really like my boy,

huh?”

His tone conveyed a deep sense of gratitude and concern. The “boy” in his words was spoken with affection rather than reproach.

Henry was filled with emotion. His wife had passed away due to illness, leaving him and Marcus to depend on each other.

As a rough man, he had done his best to raise his son, though his methods were coarse.

He often worried that Marcus would become lonely due to a lack of maternal love. But now, seeing Yvonne’s presence, his heart warmed with a deep sense of relief.

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