Maxwell Saxon frowned, wanting to say a few words, but Scarlett Yates had already hailed a taxi. Before he could speak, she turned and got into the car, slamming the car door shut.
The car wheels splashed rainwater from the ground, gradually disappearing into the white misty rain.
Maxwell Saxon still stood motionless.
He couldn't ignore the look in Scarlett Yates' eyes as she left.
She despised him.
Her gaze had been as cold as winter frost when she looked at him.
Suddenly, he felt a bit bewildered.
Was what he did right or wrong?
Revealing the truth would surely make her give up on Matthew Saxon, but it would also make her repelled by him as well.
"Young Master, are you regretting it?" Uncle Thompson had witnessed Scarlett Yates crying and accusing Maxwell Saxon before leaving angrily.
He also saw Maxwell Saxon's lost expression after Scarlett Yates left.
