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

even his handsome eyebrows and eyes appeared to be

Cheyenne had encountered in the

staff. I'm going to Truphis tomorrow, and this

while examining Benson, who, after all these years, had grown

become a

appearance, causing a hint of redness in his eyes. He suppressed his emotions, trying to

Benson refused his command and glanced upstairs, his peripheral vision catching a glimpse of the

apple moved, and his emotions sank.

finished speaking, an

bore a fresh imprint of five

face had turned frosty. His cold eyes

because of you that

up in Benson's eyes as his voice turned icy, accusing his father of his selfishness

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

family! So, you should follow my arrangements. Whatever I tell you to do you just

Benson truly felt the irony of his

let out a

that smile made Rohan's heart skip

own palm with a

didn't regret

because he found

to please his father, studying hard, practicing the

to let himself be

his father

excellent children.

he practiced like crazy every day, devoting all his time to

was the

esteemed Rohan, the head of the

a single one like

his mother's death, he

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

won't go," Benson firmly

making his decision, he turned on