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!"

years

well-defined features. With proper care, even his handsome eyebrows

whom Cheyenne had

I'm going

spoke while examining Benson, who, after all these years, had grown taller than him by almost

had become a full-fledged

eyes. He suppressed his emotions,

upstairs, his peripheral vision catching a glimpse of

moved, and his emotions sank. "I want to stay

he finished speaking, an unexpected backhand slapped

his delicate and beautiful face bore a fresh imprint of five fingers, its deep-set

turned frosty. His cold eyes

am I not allowed to mention her? It was because of you that she died. If it weren't for

turned icy, accusing

Benson was still resentful towards him about this matter, Rohan's figure trembled under the light, almost losing his balance and falling. Fortunately, he had a cane in his

don't need to know why! You are my son, a member of the Miller family! So, you should follow my arrangements. Whatever I tell you

felt the

let out a deeply disappointed

in that smile made

glanced at his own palm with a

regret

he found his own

always walked on eggshells to please his father, studying

let himself

because his father

excellent children.

crazy every day, devoting all his time to playing the piano and

he received was the same

Rohan, the head of the Miller family,

lack a single one like

his mother's death, he wandered

these years, he never received a single word of concern, nor a

won't go," Benson firmly

he turned on his heel and walked up the