Chapter 361: The Ninth Floor

Benson returned to the old mansion. Victoria stood by the hallway window, bathed in the dappled light of the setting sun streaming through the glass. She glanced at him sideways, a look of pity and helplessness on her face. “The more you look for her, the more she hides from you, making it impossible for you to find her,” she said softly, her voice tinged with a sigh. Benson stopped in his tracks, his eyes flickering slightly. Victoria’s words, though harsh, were undeniably true. He stood there in silence, seemingly lost in thought, his fists clenched tightly, veins bulging. In the living room, young Emma was flipping through a photo album. Her fingers brushed over Yvonne’s smiling face in the pictures, her small face filled with sadness and frustration. Ever since Yvonne hadn’t contacted her for two months, Emma had grown increasingly downhearted. She had tried calling Yvonne, but no one ever answered, leaving her confused. “Aunt Yvonne is really something,” Emma pouted, mu