"What are you talking about?!" Scarlett Yates’s face suddenly changed.
Maxwell Saxon’s kindly, gentle gaze fixed on her. After a mont, he said, word by word, "Miss Yates, I think that when your parents had their car accident, it might not have been a simple accident."
Scarlett stared at him in shock for a few seconds, suddenly her face turned cold and appeared extrely unpleasant, as she glared angrily at Maxwell Saxon, "Young Master, please do not joke about my parents’ matters."
Maxwell replied calmly, "Miss Yates, have you ever thought that if your parents’ cause of death was man-made and not an accident, wouldn’t you want to know who had targeted them? If there isn’t concrete evidence, do you think I’d dare to make such reckless assertions?"
It was as if soone had heavily knocked on her head.
So scattered, blurry fragnts suddenly surfaced in her mind—
"That road isn’t a high accident area, and there weren’t many cars coming and going at the ti. The road was so wide and the weather was nice that day, logically, it’s impossible for an accident to happen under such conditions, how did it..."
"Perhaps it was fatigue driving."
"But just looking at the video, it seems more like the car had a malfunction."
"I actually went to inspect that car at that ti, the engine seed to have so issues. I wondered about it and that engine didn’t seem to have a natural fault, but rather resembled a man-made fault."
"Don’t talk nonsense, didn’t the experts already appraise it? They said the car wasn’t the issue, so chanical failure has been ruled out."
Scarlett still rembers that when the two policen were discussing at the ti, she was standing right behind them.
Maybe they thought she was too heartbroken to pay attention to what they were saying, so they said things that shouldn’t have been ntioned.
She was too young then, and didn’t understand much, nor did she think deeply about those words.
After all, since the experts had already appraised the accident and ruled out car breakdown as the cause, could she doubt the experts’ words?
So ultimately the cause of the accident was unanimously determined to be fatigue driving leading to overturning.
These mories, which she had almost forgotten, were steadily drawn from the depths of her heart once Maxwell Saxon’s storm-grade words were spoken.
Scarlett suddenly found herself unable to utter any words of rebuttal or accusation.
She stared blankly at Maxwell Saxon, feeling at once as if a chill had crept into her body, making her shiver involuntarily.
"Of course, if Miss Yates does not wish to delve into this matter further, then consider I’ve never spoken." Seeing Scarlett’s face suddenly turn pale, Maxwell’s brows furrowed slightly.
Scarlett remained silent for a long ti.
"Young Master, I don’t understand." Her face paled as she looked at the profound and enigmatic man in front of her, "Why would the Young Master be concerned about this matter? What benefit does it have for you?"
Maxwell’s deep brows and eyes were deeply fixed on her, showing a complex look in them, as if contemplating whether to answer her question.
After a while, he smiled, "Perhaps it’s because I don’t want you to marry Matthew."
"Why?" She only felt that the man in front of her was becoming more difficult to comprehend, and his actions and behavior were increasingly puzzling to her.
He actually said he didn’t want her to marry Matthew Saxon?
Maxwell Saxon suddenly stepped forward.
The pleasant scent of cedarwood filled her nose.
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