Chapter 329

“The heaviest and cruelest blow is when something you care most about and take pride in suddenly turns out not to be yours p>

“Although the news this time can’t be said to be completely true, Naomi Dougla’s death is indeed related to Miss Yates’s mother p>

Maxwell Saxon’s eyes flickered slightly, with a hint of surprise in them, “What kind of relationship p>

“Young Master, I’ve heard that the engagement between Roy and Miss Yates was because Miss Yates’s mother saved the old master’s life. The old master, to repay the favor, arranged the marriage p>

“On the surface, it indeed appears so, but p>

Uncle Thompson suddenly displayed a strange smile, but seemed to be thinking about something, glanced at Maxwell Saxon, hesitating to speak.

Maxwell Saxon smiled, “Uncle Thompson, just speak your mind. You’ve been with me for many years, no need to hold back in front of me p>

Uncle Thompson hesitated, nodded, paused for a few seconds, and then slowly said, “The real reason might be that the old master fell in love with Miss Yates’s mother. Because he couldn’t marry her, he wanted Roy to marry Miss Yates to fulfill his regret p>

After speaking, he cautiously glanced at Maxwell Saxon, “That’s also why Miss Yates garnered the old master’s favor when she arrived at the Saxon Family p>

As he spoke, he took out a photograph from his bag and placed it in front of Maxwell Saxon, “The woman in the photo is Miss Yates’s mother. Just from appearance, Miss Yates resembles her mother greatly p>

The old photo, slightly yellowed, lay silently on the wooden table, exuding a sense of transcending time and space.

The woman in the photo had glowing long hair, bright eyes, a gentle and beautiful face, with a smile blooming like a flower.

When she smiled, there were shallow dimples on her cheeks, making her look playful yet brilliant.

A dress with small floral patterns, the style of that time, though outdated now, looked splendid on her, accentuating her graceful figure.

Not a stunningly beautiful woman that would take one’s breath away, yet someone who, at first glance, could attract favorable impressions—a delicate beauty.

Indeed, she and Scarlett Yates were very much alike.

Not only in appearance, but also in that charm which easily drew people toward her—it was the same.

Maxwell Saxon placed the photo back on the table slowly, chuckling, “Eight-tenths alike p>

Not ten-tenths, but eight—it was weighty enough.

His mother, May Denton, with just one or two points of resemblance, had already become Roy Saxon’s wife.

Suddenly, Maxwell Saxon felt that some of the doubts in his heart had been resolved.

Those perplexing him for a long time, yet without a single answer, finally had an explanation.

He had once wondered why Roy Saxon, having such a perfect wife like Naomi Dougla, still sought other women outside, finding one far inferior in many aspects compared to Naomi Dougla.

It turned out that despite having a perfect wife, his heart was already set on another long ago.

Even though his wife was impeccable, she never replaced that woman’s position in his heart.

And his mother, May Denton, a woman of humble origins and low status, impossible ever to have intersected with Roy Saxon, was given special attention just because there were one or two similarities with that woman.

Scarlett Yates’s identity, coupled with her half-resemblance, spoke volumes about her importance.

“Young Master, Roy Saxon doesn’t know about this yet. If he finds out that the reason his mother fell into depression and jumped to her death was because the old master couldn’t forget an old flame, and that old flame’s daughter is his fiancée, and that the old master only wished him to marry Miss Yates for his own selfish reasons, tell me, how would Roy react p>