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!"

fifty years old, stood tall

features. With proper care, even

Cheyenne had encountered in the

household staff. I'm going

who, after all these years, had grown taller than him

had become

redness in his eyes. He suppressed his emotions, trying to meet his father's gaze with a calm look. "I'm

his command and glanced upstairs,

sank. "I want to

finished speaking, an

instantaneously, his delicate and beautiful face bore a fresh imprint of

had turned frosty. His cold eyes resembled

to mention her? It was because of you that she

voice turned

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

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

moment, Benson truly felt the irony

out a deeply disappointed

mockery contained in that smile

glanced at his own palm

regret

Benson laughed because he

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

himself be hindered

because his

excellent children.

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

he received was the same

of him, the esteemed Rohan, the head of the Miller family, had

a

he wandered alone for eight

received a single word of concern, nor a greeting. Even when they met, it was distant and

won't go," Benson firmly

turned on his heel and walked up