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

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

Cheyenne had encountered in the hall

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

after all these years,

become a full-fledged

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 gaze with a calm look. "I'm going too?

glanced upstairs, his

sank.

he finished speaking, an unexpected backhand slapped his

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

whose face had turned frosty. His cold eyes resembled the harshness of winter as he declared, "You are not allowed to

allowed to mention her? It was because of you that she died. If it weren't

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

the light, almost losing his balance and

So, you should follow my arrangements. Whatever I tell you to do you just do it!" Rohan exclaimed.

truly felt the

let out a deeply disappointed

contained in that smile made Rohan's heart

his own palm with

didn't regret slapping

Benson laughed because he found his own foolishness

to please his father, studying hard, practicing the piano

himself

his

excellent children.

his

all he received was the same persistent

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

lack a single one

death, he wandered alone for

nor a

won't go," Benson

making his decision, he turned on his