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Chapter 187 The Choice Between Two

Today, Yvonne wore a white shirt, hanging loosely on her, making her neck. look even more slender, as if she had lost some weight.

The collar of the shirt was slightly open, revealing a few shallow red marks on her collarbone, which stood out prominently.

The light in the room was soft and warm, with the chandelier emitting a gentle glow that highlighted everyone’s expressions more delicately.

Yvonne sat by the dining table, taking a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in her heart.

Benson’s gaze was unwavering, like a probe, deeply staring at her.

Yvonne picked up a cookie, deliberately placing it in her mouth slowly, glancing at him sideways.

His gaze was deep, like the abyss of the sea, unreadable and incomprehensible.

She didn’t delve into it, continuing her meal, attempting to mask her inner

unease.

His decision was something he had expected Yvonne to react to.

However, her cold demeanor still left him a bit uncomfortable.

The entire dining room was oppressively quiet, with a faint sense of anxiety lingering in the air.

The food on the table had cooled, as if time had frozen at that moment.

Victoria watched her son’s behavior, a hint of anger appearing on her face. She clenched her jaw, and her disappointment in Benson became increasingly evident.

After dinner, Victoria called Benson away.

The sound of their argument echoed through the hallway, carrying a palpable tension.

The servants in the dining room began tidying up the dishes, moving quietly so as not to disturb the peace of the house.

The aroma of the meal filled the air but couldn’t mask the heavy atmosphere.

“Benson, what are you doing as a husband?”

Victoria’s voice was filled with anger, echoing from the hallway, resonating in the spacious room.

Her voice was like waves crashing on the shore, carrying strong emotions. that swept through every corner.

“Isn’t she back safe and sound? She didn’t say anything, didn’t ask

anything, so why are you asking?”

Benson’s voice was tinged with impatience, as if he had grown weary of the endless arguments.

“What kind of attitude is that? How dare you talk like this?” Victoria looked at her son, her eyes glistening with tears.

Almost frantic, she said, “Benson, if you don’t like Yvonne, then divorce her. There’s no point in dragging this out.”

“Did she ask you to be the mediator?”

“I didn’t look for her. I’m saving her life. If I went, and someone used her to threaten me again, how would I handle things?“>

Yvonne sat in the living room, playing checkers with little Emma.

The patterns on the carpet glimmered faintly under the light, adding a touch of warmth to the atmosphere.

Her expression, however, was somewhat somber.

Even though little Emma’s laughter echoed in her ears, it couldn’t cover the turmoil in her heart.

Her disappointment and anger toward Benson intertwined, burning like a fire.

After sending little Emma upstairs to rest, she walked to the side hall and said, “Mom, you should rest early.” Victoria’s eyes were red.

Her smile was forced and stiff, seemingly masking inner sadness and

anger.

After Victoria left, only Yvonne and Benson remained in the side hall.

Benson had his back to her and slowly lit a cigarette, the blue smoke rising and enveloping the room.

Amidst the swirling smoke, her expression was somewhat obscured.

She stood slightly behind him, quietly watching the smoke drift, feeling increasingly oppressed.

“You’re right; I’m safe and sound. What do I have to question?”

Yvonne’s voice was tinged with fatigue. “If something is bothering you, you can talk about it.”

She tried to keep her voice steady, although her inner turmoil was evident.

Benson turned to face her, his eyes carrying a hint of fatigue and complex

emotions.

Smoke circled around him, making his face appear blurred and unreal.

“When I got Steven’s call, I went to the study to find my dad. My dad asked me, in my position, what should I choose, your love, or your life… Yvonne, guess what I chose?”

“Are you explaining that the reason you didn’t show up that night was to protect my life? Are you saying you care for me, that you like me, that your love me? Because you don’t want others to know I’m your weakness, you let the situation unfold as it did, is that it?”

Her voice carried a mix of sarcasm and anger.

Benson remained silent, merely watching her. The smoke swirling around him made the room’s air even more stifling.

Yvonne chuckled, “Keep those words to yourself; you don’t love me, not

even a little bit.”

Her voice was filled with resignation and self–mockery.

She turned to leave and paused at the door, unable to hold back, “Benson, in your position, you don’t need to choose.”

The Taylor family’s prestige and power meant Benson didn’t need to make such a choice.

“The reason you pretend is just so Steven won’t have a chance to negotiate with you.” He wasn’t willing to let Olivia take any risks.

Benson opened his mouth, but the words of explanation remained unspoken.

He recalled his father’s question, the inner struggle haunting him.

He remembered his answer at the time, “Dad, does being your son mean I

have to choose?”

Charles was silent for a while and finally said, “I suppose it doesn’t.”

He smiled and told his father, “Even if you said I needed to choose, my answer would be that Benson doesn’t have to choose. I want Yvonne’s

love, and I’ll naturally protect her life.”

However, he hadn’t been able to do so.

Yvonne turned to leave, finally tearing off the last bit of pretense between

them.

Her heart no longer felt any attachment, and faced with such a cold reality, she decided to let go completely.

“I think you’re right. If he wanted me to exchange Olivia for you, you couldn’t accept it, right? After all, she’s your true love.”

She spoke nonchalantly, as if calmly observing the end of a play.

Benson held a cigarette between his fingers, smiling slightly, with a trace of disdain in his expression.

He knew she didn’t believe he was sincere, and he could probably guess

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what she would say next.

“I indeed don’t want to get myself into such trouble. I’ve been busy these. days, very tired.” After saying this, he turned to leave.

“Why don’t we just divorce now?” Yvonne pressed on, her voice carrying a resolute force, as if she wanted to seal the decision.

“What, eager to divorce so you can be with that guy named Jeremy? Did his confession move you? Like Marcus did, making you excited and

without fear of me causing trouble, right?”

He obviously tried to hold back, but his eyes betrayed his anger and reluctance.

“Divorce, forget it, I won’t agree!” His tone was firm, with a hint of unyielding dominance and stubbornness.