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!"

years

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

Rohan, whom Cheyenne had encountered in the hall

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

who, after all these years, had grown taller than him by almost a

had become

his appearance, causing 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 catching a glimpse of

his emotions sank. "I

soon as he finished speaking, an unexpected backhand slapped

imprint of

frosty. His cold eyes resembled the harshness

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

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

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

a member of the Miller family! So, you should follow my arrangements.

Benson truly felt

out a deeply

bitterness and mockery contained in that smile made

at his own palm with a determined

didn't regret slapping

Benson laughed because he found his

childhood to adulthood, he always walked on eggshells to please

let himself be hindered

because his

excellent children.

crazy every day, devoting all his time to playing

all he received was

the head of the Miller

lack a single

he wandered alone for eight

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

won't go," Benson firmly

making his decision, he turned on his heel