Chapter 122 Entwined Love and Hatred

Victoria stood by the window, gazing at the old trees and the few pedestrians on the street outside. The day was fading, and the long twilight cast the earth in a soft but melancholic light. Her reflection on the window glass looked aged and solitary. Her brow was furrowed, each wrinkle seemingly carrying questions and worries. Her gaze was empty yet penetrating, as if she could see through people's hearts with its coldness. She turned around, her eyes filled with a mix of reproach and helplessness. Speaking to her son Benson, she said, “You should have seen this coming when you were at the hospital. That Mary is clueless. Even if you divorce Yvonne, she’ll never be welcomed here.” Her tone was calm yet firm, as if stating an indisputable fact. Benson rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. He loosened his tie, trying to ease the tightness of his shirt. Then he slumped onto the sofa, closing his eyes in an attempt to dispel the turmoil and pressure in his mind. “W