Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 859 - 861: This Is Isla Stanley... This Is His Isla Stanley!
The scenes of the past surfaced in his mind one after another. To him, every single image was a piercing knife, winter’s icy crystals.
Deeply stabbing into his heart.
Every time he thought about it, it hurt once.
Carefully pressing the photo against his chest, Edward Benson’s face was pale, gradually exhaling breaths, with a broken sound escaping from the depths of his throat: "Isla... where are you?"
Over 8 p.m, Edward Benson staggered out of the study room.
He went downstairs, walked into the restaurant, the food prepared by the servant was quite homely, four dishes and a soup.
The dishes were already cold, and the servant hesitated, "Young Master, I’ll heat up the dishes for you before you eat."
"It’s okay, it’s fine like this."
Edward Benson picked up the chopsticks, eating in silence.
In the spacious restaurant, he was the only one eating alone, the servant couldn’t bear to watch it, quietly left the restaurant.
That lonely scene was too hard to watch for even a moment longer.
To watch any longer would bring another ounce of heartache.
If heaven has eyes, I hope it can let Isla return to his side. All these years, the suffering and punishment he has endured have been enough.
After dinner, Edward Benson, as per routine, went to the courtyard for a walk, to digest.
It was something he used to do with Isla. Nowadays, he was left alone by himself.
In the nightfall, the stars were sparsely scattered across the sky.
Edward Benson lifted his head, gazing at the sky, light pollution was severe, and not many stars could be seen anymore.
While in a trance, something hit his shoulder, fell to the ground, bounced a few times, then stopped at his feet.
He looked around, not seeing anyone.
Brow suddenly furrowed tightly, Edward Benson lowered his head, picked up the paper ball at his feet.
Thinking it was some child’s prank, when he opened the paper ball, his whole body stiffened, blood flowing backward...
Isla... was hidden by Thomas Shannon?
He initially didn’t believe it. Inside the paper ball was a photograph crumpled into a ball.
The person in the photo, that familiar small face, exquisitely clear, pinkish red lips, shining like stars, eyes as if speaking.
This is Isla... this is his Isla!
The slightly curly long hair had been cut short, becoming a neat short hair, making that small face appear even smaller.
Edward Benson trembled all over, his pupils constricting again and again. He would not mistake it, this is his Isla!
She’s still alive!
She’s really still alive!
Edward Benson took a swift step back indoors, grabbed the car keys, and rushed to the garage.
The black Land Rover, like an arrow off the string, shot out.
Edward Benson’s blood was boiling all over, clamoring, wishing he could sprout wings at this moment, immediately fly to Thomas Shannon.
To demand why he hid his Isla!
Isla was clearly still alive, why didn’t he tell him, why did he have to hide her!
Didn’t he know, searching for Isla, he had begun to doubt himself, almost ready to give up?
The joy of knowing Isla was still alive, along with resentment toward Thomas Shannon, excitement and anger, converged into an indescribable emotion.
Exploded within his chest.
......
In front of the heavily guarded gates of Shannons’ Manor.
The black Land Rover drove up, stopped by a man in black.
Edward Benson lowered the car window, his face stern, "Let me in." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
"Young Master Benson?" The man in black, seeing it was him, dared not hesitate, immediately let him pass.
Edward Benson floored the accelerator, and the black Land Rover sped inside.
The man in black watched the taillights of the receding Land Rover, sensing trouble, immediately called Charlie River to report.
