Benson
Benson 223

Chapter 223 The Contest in the Storm

Bella’s face was Instantly filled with confusion and shock.

Her pupils dilated under the impact of the news, and her breathing quickened momentarily.

However, after this brief emotional fluctuation, she quickly regained her composure, and a calm and unhurried expression gradually appeared on her face.

She took a deep breath, and a look of firm determination slowly surfaced in her eyes, as if she had made a significant decision deep within.

Bella swiftly picked up her phone from the bedside table, her fingers moving quickly across the screen.

Her actions were precise and decisive, every move reflecting an unwavering resolve.

She scrolled through her contact list, each familiar name bringing back memories.

But her expression showed no hesitation or emotional wavering; it was as if she were methodically organizing a file.

Then, she typed the words “break up,” short and to the point.

Without a second thought, she pressed the send button, the sound of the message being sent echoing clearly in the quiet hospital room.

Immediately after, Bella continued her actions without hesitation, swiftly finding Andrew’s name in her contacts, and with a flick of her wrist, she deleted all of his contact information.

Every step was clean and efficient, and with each click of the delete button, it seemed as though she was severing all ties from the past in her heart.

Yvonne quietly observed everything from the side, her expression complex.

Watching Bella handle her emotions so decisively, Yvonne couldn’t help but feel a touch of admiration.

Bella’s decisiveness left her both shocked and deeply envious.

In this resolute act, Yvonne saw a kind of complete and refreshing finality.

Perhaps this was the kind of release and freedom she had always longed for but had never achieved.

“The two kings have met.”

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Bella’s eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, and a meaningful smile played on her

“Boom,” she said with a tone that carried a trace of humor but also hinted at a genuine anxiety and anticipation.

Her smile stood out in the empty room, making the upcoming confrontation seem all the more compelling.

“What do you mean?” Yvonne frowned slightly as she turned to look at Bella, her face showing concern and anxiety.

The soft lighting in the room illuminated their faces, making the conversation feel particularly real and vivid.

Boom, it’s like a battlefield,” Bella replied with a teasing tone.

She looked Yvonne up and down, clearly intrigued by the tension between them.

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First of all, he’s my business partner..” Yvonne paused a flash of exhaustion in her eyes.

Her voice carried a trace of resignation,

Even if I get divorced, I’m not planning to start another relationship right away. Since I’m not interested, I shouldn’t lead him on.”

Her gaze swept around the room, the walls painted a light blue.

The simple and somewhat bland decorations on the walls looked particularly plain.

Yvonne didn’t want to complicate things further, and her voice reflected a mix of determination and

Bella understood Yvonne’s concerns and nodded.

“Okay, I get it. Last time in St. George, I was really upset, so I used Jeremy to get back at him, but I won’t do it again. I won’t cause you any trouble.”

Her voice held a note of self–reflection and regret, clearly feeling guilty about her previous actions.

“Just take care of yourself. Stay out of this mess in Xiangcheng,”

Yvonne’s voice was firm, clearly indicating she didn’t want Bella involved in these complicated matters any longer.

Her tone became more resolute, showing her frustration and unease about the future.

Just then, there was a soft knock on the door.

A faint light seeped through the crack as Benson walked in.

His gaze swept over Bella before he asked Yvonne to step outside.

In the hospital corridor, the white walls looked particularly stark under the lights.

The floor tiles, a pale gray, reflected the light faintly.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, creating a somewhat oppressive atmosphere.

Yvonne followed Benson out of the room.

The hallway lights cast long shadows on her face, and her footsteps were slightly hurried, clearly Indicating her inner unease and anxiety

She instinctively glanced around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jeremy, but he was nowhere to be seen, which made her feel a bit anxious.

Chapter 223 The Contest in the Stom

Looking for him?” Benson’s brow furrowed slightly, his eyes darkening with disapproval and dissatisfaction.

“He personally picked me up, and now he’s disappeared. Of course, I need to ask–it’s only polite.”

Yvonne’s voice was calm, clearly trying not to let herself appear too anxious.

Her gaze swept the corridor, taking in the quiet and cold surroundings.

Faint footsteps could be heard from the end of the corridor, likely hospital staff going about their work.

“Are you so afraid I’ll bully him?” Benson raised an eyebrow, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips.

The hallway lights cast shadows on his face, making him appear particularly cold and somewhat unapproachable.

“Think what you want. What do you need?”

Yvonne’s tone was tinged with impatience; she didn’t want to be dragged further into this emotional turmoil with Benson.

She looked at him coldly, her eyes reflecting a mix of frustration and fatigue. Her voice echoed clearly in the corridor.

“I’m leaving.” Benson’s voice was resolute, and he looked at Yvonne, seeming ready to walk away,

The walls of the corridor looked especially cold under the lights, and his figure seemed lonely in the quiet

space.

Yvonne’s eyes showed indifference, and her tone carried a mix of exhaustion, “If you have something to do, go ahead.”

Benson grabbed her wrist with just the right amount of force–not enough to hurt her, but enough to keep her from pulling away.

His voice was low, almost a whisper, “Steven called me. He wants to talk.”

“About what?” Yvonne’s brow furrowed slightly, clearly puzzled by Benson’s intentions.

Her voice carried a note of urgency, as if waiting for an explanation.

The hallway lights reflected on her face, showing her obvious tension.

“I don’t know.” Benson’s tone was laced with impatience, his gaze locked on Yvonne, as if waiting for her

reaction.

Even though he claimed ignorance, Yvonne knew his attitude already told her that the situation was far more complicated than it seemed.

Benson looked at Yvonne, her expression extremely calm, even cold.

Despite being upset by Jeremy’s words earlier, she now appeared more resolute and distant.

Her attitude left Benson feeling a bit disheartened, but he still chose to let go of her hand, his voice tinged with resignation.

“Fine, forcing it won’t make it sweet. Do whatever you want…”