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, stood tall and

care, even his handsome eyebrows and eyes appeared

Cheyenne had encountered in the

going to Truphis tomorrow, and this time you're

these years, had grown taller than him by

become a full-fledged

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

refused his command and glanced upstairs, his peripheral vision catching a glimpse

apple moved, and his emotions sank. "I

as he finished speaking, an unexpected backhand slapped his

delicate and beautiful face bore a fresh imprint of five

his father, whose face had turned frosty. His cold eyes

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

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

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

why! You are my son, a member of the Miller family! So, you should

this moment, Benson truly felt the irony

a deeply

contained in that

his own palm with a determined

didn't regret

he found his

eggshells to please his father, studying hard, practicing the

let himself

because his

excellent children.

practiced like crazy every day, devoting all his time to

was the

him, the esteemed Rohan, the head of the Miller

a

mother's death, he wandered alone for

single word of concern, nor a greeting. Even

won't go," Benson

his decision, he turned on his heel