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!"

man, around fifty years old, stood tall and

With proper care, even his handsome eyebrows and eyes appeared to be

Cheyenne had encountered in the

going to Truphis tomorrow, and

years, had grown taller than him by

become a

was a resemblance to his deceased wife in his appearance, causing a hint of redness in his eyes. He suppressed his emotions, trying to meet his father's

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

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

as he finished speaking, an unexpected

face bore a fresh imprint of five fingers, its deep-set eyes shimmering with a

up in astonishment at his father, whose face had turned frosty. His cold eyes resembled the harshness

because of you

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

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

why! You are my son, a member of the Miller family! So, you should follow my arrangements. Whatever

this moment, Benson truly felt

a deeply disappointed

contained in that

glanced at his own palm with

regret slapping

he

to please his father, studying hard, practicing the

to let himself be

because his father

excellent children.

he practiced like crazy every day, devoting all his time to playing the piano and learning Praying

received was the same

of him, the esteemed Rohan, the head of

lack a single

his mother's death, he

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

go," Benson firmly

his decision, he turned on his heel and