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Chapter 207 Helpless Interweaving

The hospital room was shrouded in a calm silence.

The pale green walls and warm lighting provided a slight comfort but

could not mask the oppressive atmosphere within.

Benson lay on the bed, his face pale and brows furrowed, appearing weak and in pain.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant and the sharp scent of medication, intensifying the tension in the room.

Yvonne stood by the bed, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders, looking somewhat disheveled.

She had just gotten out of bed, her face devoid of makeup, making the mole on her nose more noticeable.

Her eyes were downcast, showing signs of fatigue and vulnerability.

In that moment, all her strength seemed stripped away, leaving only a person in need of care.

Her posture in the room appeared exceptionally fragile, as if she could be blown away by a gust of wind.

After Benson finished speaking, the room fell into an extraordinary silence, so quiet that they could hear each other’s breathing.

Yvonne felt shocked; she hadn’t expected Benson’s emotions to be so complex.

Memories of her time at St. George’s Hospital suddenly resurfaced, the blurred recollections of her suffering as vivid and painful as if they had happened yesterday.

Time seemed to reverse, taking her back to those dark days.

She lifted her eyelids, her gaze meeting Benson’s. His eyes were calm but hid a sense of helplessness.

She could sense a deep, indelible shadow from within him.

“It’s all in the past, there’s no need to dwell on it,” Yvonne said softly. Though she tried to sound firm, her voice inevitably carried a hint of

weariness.

She bowed her head slightly, her long hair partially covering her sorrowful face. The inner conflict and struggle weighed heavily on her.

She tried to respond to Benson with a calm tone, but the tide of complex and tangled emotions surged within her, hard to suppress.

“You’ve moved on, but I haven’t,” Benson said, his voice tinged with sadness and fragility, sounding worn and husky from years of hardship.

The image of Benson lying weakly in bed still lingered in her memory.

Each breath seemed labored, trembling slightly.

This image often surfaced in her mind, causing her both pain and helplessness.

“Didn’t you say you’d let go?” Yvonne lifted her head, a flicker of confusion and doubt in her eyes.

She tried to conceal her inner turmoil, but Benson’s words struck a chord

within her.

“I’ve found our time together quite good,” she said softly, her voice carrying a rare gentleness and a hint of dependency.

Despite occasional clashes at work, they often found a rhythm of cooperation.

Yvonne indeed appreciated Benson to some extent, especially his efficiency and handling of affairs.

Though she wouldn’t easily admit it, she privately held his capabilities in high regard.

Benson’s handsome face and sharp eyes would often flash through her

mind.

Despite their many unpleasant encounters, had they been mere

colleagues without additional entanglements, they might have been able to purely appreciate each other’s strengths.

However, reality’s complexity far exceeded her expectations, her inner disappointment and regret piling up like a mountain.

Facing Benson’s emotional outburst, she felt immense pressure, as if a heavy stone pressed on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

Benson’s words revealed deep longing and endless pain, each word laden with heavy emotions.

“I try hard, but it’s difficult. I miss you a lot, so much that I can’t sleep,” he said, his voice choking, eyes filled with turmoil and sadness.

He tried to control his emotions but was clearly on the verge of breaking

down.

Benson’s hand trembled slightly as he reached out, trying to grasp Yvonne’s hand for a bit of comfort or perhaps a last hold.

However, his hand, weakened by his condition, fell lightly back down.

Yvonne watched this, her heart surging with complex and conflicting

emotions.

The love she had longed for now felt powerless in the face of cold reality.

She knew that despite Benson’s sincere emotions, they couldn’t truly solve their problems; it could only be a past regret and mistake trying to be

mended.

“Benson, it’s no use… it’s not necessary,” Yvonne said with resolve, her voice calm and firm, as if determined to end this hopeless relationship.

Taking a deep breath to stay calm, she looked directly at Benson, showing a decisiveness she had never displayed before.

Seeing the struggle and pain in Benson’s eyes, Yvonne felt a deep sadness.

She knew that no matter how much Benson tried to move her with his emotions, their relationship could never go back to what it was.

Just as during Thanksgiving, despite Benson’s efforts to care for her family, trying to mend the cracks in their relationship through these actions, it couldn’t truly change her core feelings about their relationship.

“You should rest,” Yvonne said, her tone devoid of the warmth it once held, now filled only with a faint regret and a reluctant release.

She slowly stood up, ready to leave the ward, her heart a mix of complex. emotions. Facing Benson’s condition and emotions, she felt deeply exhausted.

William stopped her, “Yvonne, can’t you at least pity him a little, as if he were a stranger?”

His tone was filled with concern but also hinted at dissatisfaction.

He glanced around the room at Benson, unable to help feeling a bit indignant.

Benson had been hard on himself, starving to the point of weakness. without eating a bite.

William knew that Benson’s self–torture would only worsen his condition.

To gain a bit of Yvonne’s sympathy, Benson had reached this point.

“If you leave, he’ll definitely stop the IV and just give up,” William said more seriously.

“Of course, this isn’t the way to threaten someone, but his stomach is bleeding. If he continues like this, it could turn into gastric erosion, then stomach cancer… After all, you were once married. How can you let him…”

Bella interrupted gently, “Stop with the scare tactics. Isn’t it just a bleeding stomach? He said he wanted to repay, so let him. Why act pitiful now when he could have done something earlier?”

William frowned, “Bella, you should go home.”

“Are you really staying here with him?” Bella asked, confused and slightly. annoyed, seeing Yvonne still in Benson’s room.

“I’m just going to talk to him. You should go,” Yvonne replied calmly,

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noticing William trying to stay strong, “You should go too.”

William shook his head in resignation and finally left.

Only Yvonne and Benson remained in the room.

Yvonne stood by his bed, looking serious but feeling turbulent inside.

Benson reached for her hand, but Yvonne angrily pulled away.

He gently grasped her wrist again, his grip tender yet firm.

“I’ve tried for so long to let you go, but I just can’t… I can’t. So now, I end up hurting myself. Yvonne, please, don’t be angry with me.”