She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 708

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!"

The man, around fifty years old, stood tall and slender.

His neat short hair accentuated his well-defined features. With proper care, even his handsome eyebrows and eyes appeared to be in their forties.

He was Rohan, whom Cheyenne had encountered in the hall earlier.

"By the way, I've dismissed all the household staff. I'm going to Truphis tomorrow, and this time you're coming with me!"

He spoke while examining Benson, who, after all these years, had grown taller than him by almost a head.

He had become a full-fledged adult.

There was a resemblance 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? I won't go!"

Without hesitation, Benson refused his command and glanced upstairs, his peripheral vision catching a glimpse of the room.

His Adam's apple moved, and his emotions sank. "I want to stay here with Mom."

As soon as he finished speaking, an unexpected backhand slapped his face violently.

Almost instantaneously, his delicate and beautiful face bore a fresh imprint of five fingers, its deep-set eyes shimmering with a faint redness.

Benson looked up in astonishment at his father, whose face had turned frosty. His cold eyes resembled the harshness of winter as he declared, "You are not allowed to mention her again!"

"Why? Why am I not allowed to mention her? It was because of you that she died. If it weren't for you, she wouldn't be dead!"

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

Hearing that Benson was still resentful towards him about this matter, Rohan's figure trembled under the light, almost losing his balance and falling.

Fortunately, he had a cane in his hand to barely support himself.