The hostility he was emanating was naturally felt by Henry Dales.
A quick flash of surprise crossed his eyes, followed by a deep look at Scarlett Yates, a trace of darkness and disappointment swiftly passing through his calm and serene gaze.
He clenched one hand tightly and spoke with a faint smile, "If one truly intends to find someone, how could they not? Young Master Saxon, would it be possible for you to spare a moment for me to speak with Scarlett?"
Matthew Saxon smiled coldly, "Whatever Young Master Dales has to say can be said here. You see, Scarlett is frail, with limited mobility, and needs to be carried everywhere."
Henry Dales pondered for a few seconds, then nodded, "Young Master Saxon is right; I failed to consider that."
Scarlett Yates remained silent.
In such a situation, she didn't know what to say.
What does Henry want with her?
Is it because of what happened when she was taken to the deserted island?
Suddenly, Scarlett's emotions became a bit chaotic.
