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 old,

care, even his

Rohan, whom Cheyenne had

household staff. I'm going

spoke while examining Benson, who, after all these years, had grown taller than him by almost a

become a

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

Benson refused his command and glanced upstairs, his peripheral

sank. "I want

speaking, an unexpected backhand slapped his face

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

up in astonishment at his father, whose face had turned frosty. His cold eyes resembled the harshness of winter as he declared, "You are not allowed to mention her

her? It was because of you

turned icy, accusing his father of his selfishness and

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

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

truly felt the irony

a deeply disappointed

contained in that

at his own palm with a determined

didn't regret

Benson laughed because he found his

walked on eggshells to please his father, studying hard, practicing the piano diligently,

himself

his father

excellent children.

day, devoting all his time to

he received was the same

Rohan, the head of the

didn't lack a single one like

death, he wandered alone for eight

nor a greeting. Even when they met, it was distant and perfunctory

won't go," Benson firmly

decision, he turned on his heel