Chapter 24 Outburst

Benson's voice carried clear displeasure, his brows furrowed, eyes flashing with dissatisfaction. He extended his hand, gently but authoritatively, helping Mary up from the floor. Mary's body seemed unable to bear any weight. Her face was pale, eyes filled with helplessness and fear, like a flower about to wither, needing care and support. Yvonne's gaze was calm and profound as she stood there, like a proud statue, saying nothing. She knew that no matter what she said, Benson had already made up his mind about her. His gaze, his tone, even his silence, silently accused her. Yvonne understood that any defense would be futile, possibly making Benson more convinced of his judgment. Yvonne slowly bent down, every movement heavy and deliberate, as if her body carried an invisible burden. Her fingers gently touched the scattered diamonds, each one a cold memory, reminding her of her powerlessness and isolation. Her voice was low, filled with deep resignation and surrender: "Whatever