Chapter 393: The Withering Rose

The wind continued to howl as Benson’s silhouette stood lonely against the cold breeze. Tears silently fell from his eyes, blending with the torn pieces in his hands, leaving streaks of dampness. Yvonne’s doubts lingered as she stared at Marcus, her unease growing. “If it wasn’t him who kept me locked away, then who was it?” she asked softly, her voice filled with confusion and uncertainty. Marcus felt a wave of frustration; he knew Yvonne wouldn’t easily accept such an explanation, but he also didn’t have the answers she sought. He instinctively reached out, gently patting her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. “Let’s not think about it now. You need to rest; don’t dwell on it anymore.” But even as he spoke, Marcus couldn’t shake the image of Benson’s breakdown from his mind. The once handsome and composed Benson had appeared so disheveled and broken, like a man who had lost all control. His figure, once strong and confident, now seemed weak and helpless against the cold w