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!"

around fifty years

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

Cheyenne had

going to Truphis tomorrow, and this time

all these years, had grown taller

had become a

resemblance to his deceased wife in his appearance, causing a hint of redness in his eyes. He

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

apple moved, and his emotions sank.

an unexpected backhand

imprint of five

turned frosty. His cold eyes resembled the harshness of winter as he declared, "You are

It was because of you that she died. If it weren't for you, she

voice turned

light, almost losing his balance and falling. Fortunately, he had a cane in his hand to

of the Miller family! So, you should follow my arrangements. Whatever I tell you

Benson truly felt the

let out a deeply

in that smile

glanced at his own palm

regret slapping

Benson laughed because he found his

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

let himself be hindered

because his father

excellent children.

practiced like crazy every day, devoting all his

received was

him, the esteemed Rohan, the head of the Miller

lack a single one

death, he wandered

all these years, he never received a single word of concern, nor a greeting. Even when they met, it was distant and perfunctory commands, nothing

go,"

on his heel and walked up the