Chapter 38 Undercurrents at the Table

A fleeting memory crossed Benson's mind, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. It was a warm and genuine smile, touching the softest parts of the heart, making anyone who saw it feel moved. Yvonne watched from the side, her emotions a mix of complexity. She didn’t want to stay here, witnessing Benson immersed in thoughts of another person. Sighing lightly, she said, "Get some sleep early. I’m heading upstairs." Her voice carried a hint of resignation and fatigue. Benson simply responded with an "Mm," without saying much more. His gaze remained fixed in the distance, seemingly chasing after the figure that stirred his heart. In the living room, Benson was left alone, his fingers gently rubbing the ring on his finger, the only link between him and her. Mr. Donald always said his feelings were sincere, but why did she seem to vanish from this world? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find any trace of her. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, falling onto