The corridor was empty.
It was noon break time, and almost everyone had clocked out for the day. The long corridor was occupied only by Scarlett Yates and Stella Nelson.
Scarlett wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, looking as though she hadn't slept for days. Her face was full of fatigue as she gently nodded, "Uncle Saxon isn't really sick. In fact, he's been poisoned; it's all man-made."
"What?!" Stella was in disbelief, her mouth gaping wide with shock.
"Do you know who poisoned him?" Scarlett smiled faintly, but suddenly, a trace of anger and hatred flashed in her eyes as she spoke, "It was Maxwell Saxon."
"What?!" Stella's mouth opened even wider, so surprised she didn't know what to say, her eyes round and astonished, like copper bells, filled with incredulity.
Maxwell Saxon?
Isn't he the eldest son of the Saxon Family? How could he poison his own father?
Stella had a deep impression of Maxwell Saxon.
