She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 708: Am I Really Your Son?

In Miller Residence, a dark figure suddenly appeared in the pitch-black house.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone in the villa had returned home for the day, he would have surely scared them.

Out of habit, he looked towards the small room on the second floor and instinctively called out, "Mother."

But there was no reply.

He couldn't help but mock himself for being foolish because... his mother had passed away a long time ago.

No one would ever bring him a bowl of steamy soup again.

His eyes grew dim.

He navigated through the darkness and made his way up to the second floor. After changing into a black robe, he picked up his phone and headed out, alone, to watch a movie.

"Hell," a film by the renowned director, was highly praised by others but ended up being boring for him, as he dozed off in the theater.

Still by himself, lonely, he made his way home.

While on the road, he noticed a small shop that was still open. A big red lantern hung from the eaves, emitting a warm, golden-red glow.

Benson pushed his hands deeper into his sleeves, resembling a disappointed and solitary swordsman, as he walked inside.

A moment later, he walked out again.

Just like before, only this time he had an oily paper package in his hands.

As he passed through the living room, he was about to turn on the lights when suddenly the crystal chandelier brightened, illuminating the entire hall, which was immaculately clean. "You are back," a chilly voice suddenly echoed through the hall.

The person sitting on the sofa slowly stood up, their deep and composed eyes fixed directly on Benson.

It had been almost eight years since they last met.

Benson looked at his father, with his white hair, and a wave of excitement washed over him. He couldn't help but let tears well up in his eyes as he softly called out, "Father!"

"Mm!"

fifty years

neat short hair accentuated his well-defined features. With proper care, even his handsome eyebrows and eyes appeared to be in their

Rohan, whom Cheyenne had encountered in the

the household staff. I'm going to Truphis tomorrow, and

these years, had grown

had become

a hint of redness in his eyes. He suppressed his emotions, trying to meet his father's gaze with a calm

refused his command and glanced upstairs, his peripheral

and his emotions sank. "I want to stay

soon as he finished speaking, an unexpected

instantaneously, his delicate and beautiful face bore a fresh imprint of five fingers, its

whose face had turned frosty. His cold eyes resembled the harshness of winter as

because of you

as his voice turned icy, accusing his father of his selfishness and

Rohan's figure trembled under the light, almost losing his balance and

my son, a member of the Miller family! So, you should

moment, Benson truly felt

out a deeply

bitterness and mockery contained in that smile

own

didn't regret

he

adulthood, he always walked on eggshells to please his father, studying

to let himself be

because his

excellent children.

devoting all his time to playing the piano and

received was the same persistent

head of the Miller family, had plenty

a single

mother's death, he wandered alone for eight

never received a single word of concern, nor a greeting. Even when they met, it was distant and perfunctory

won't go," Benson firmly

making his decision, he turned on his