Chapter 82 The Weight of Memories
Mary didn't get what she wanted, and neither did Yvonne. She couldn't understand why she felt relieved despite everything going wrong.
The next morning, the air was thick with an oppressive silence. Benson arrived uninvited, with George in tow.
George, looking every bit the professional, set up a high-definition camera in the corner of her living room, meticulously adjusting the angle and focus to ensure everything was clearly recorded.
Meanwhile, Benson casually tossed a packet of pills onto the coffee table, his voice cold and emotionless. "Take them."
Mary felt a chill run down her spine. She forced a smile, trying to probe, "Benson, what is this?"
"It's what you gave her that night. I'm returning it to you," Benson's words were simple and cold, as if discussing the weather. His dark eyes were empty and deep.
Mary looked at his profile, so handsome like a god banished to earth. Despite his looks, his cruelty and coldness couldn't be hidden.
Mary was filled with fear but had t

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