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

hair accentuated his well-defined features. With proper care, even his

was Rohan, whom Cheyenne had encountered in

way, I've dismissed all the household staff. I'm going to

these years, had grown taller than him by almost a

become a

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

and glanced upstairs, his peripheral vision

sank.

he finished speaking, an unexpected backhand

fresh imprint of five

whose face had turned frosty. His cold eyes resembled

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

Benson's eyes as his voice turned icy, accusing

under the light, almost losing his balance and

member of the Miller family! So, you should

felt the irony

let out a

in that

his own palm with a determined

didn't regret slapping

laughed because he found his

always walked on eggshells to please his

himself

his father

excellent children.

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

he received was the same

him, the esteemed Rohan, the head of the Miller

lack a single

he wandered alone for eight

single word of concern, nor a greeting. Even when they

won't go," Benson

on his heel