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