Chapter 363: The Dream

One day, in his dreams, Yvonne could no longer bear the endless torment. She picked up a knife and without hesitation, plunged it into her chest. At that moment, Benson felt his heart tear apart, the pain so intense it was almost impossible to breathe. He rushed forward in a frenzy, holding her blood-soaked body, screaming desperately, “Yvonne, don’t do this! Please, don’t leave me!” But Yvonne just looked at him quietly, her eyes devoid of any warmth. Her face was deathly pale, and a faint, mocking smile curled at her lips. In a weak but clear voice, she said, “Benson, meeting you is my biggest regret. You took my father from me. You are the one who destroyed me.” Benson felt as if his throat was being squeezed shut; even breathing became difficult. His chest felt like it was being crushed by an unbearable weight, as if his heart were being twisted by invisible hands. The dream kept replaying in his mind—Yvonne, covered in blood, her cold gaze, her words of despair and accu