Chapter 276

Alice Green almost drowned and was hospitalized. He must be staying with her at the hospital.

But in her heart, there was still a little bit of hope.

Hope that when she opened the door, she would see traces of him having been there.

Hope that he wasn’t that concerned about Alice Green.

Such thoughts were laughable.

It was a feeling of self-deception.

Even knowing the whole truth, she still held on to so many unrealistic ideas.

As expected.

As if to make her see reality more clearly, the moment she pushed the door open and entered, the room was deathly quiet, empty, with no sign of life.

Matthew Saxon had not returned.

In every corner of the room, there was no trace of him having returned.

From the time he took Alice Green to the hospital until now, he hadn’t been back.

She stood at the door, dazed for a while, then laughed at herself.

The door closed.

As she walked, there was a very slight sound beneath her feet.

This sound was extraordinarily clear in the room, where even breathing could be heard.

When she left, a window hadn’t been closed.

The night breeze blew in from outside, with a hint of humid coolness brushing against her face.

Her eyes were also wet, cold.

She sat on the sofa, such a big sofa, her body curled up into a ball in a corner, like an abandoned kitten.

She felt a pinching sensation in her chest again, as if tiny needles were piercing in, slowly twisting, slowly grinding, bringing this bit by bit of pain into her breathing.

She took a deep breath, only to feel that though the pain was not unbearable, she couldn’t endure it any longer.

Stella Nelson once asked her, Scarlett, do you know what it’s like to truly fall in love with someone?

Now, she thought she knew, she wouldn’t mistake it again.

Love, it turned out, was a mixture of sweetness and pain, with joy, sadness, fear p>

“Scarlett Yates, you can only cry for that bastard one more time p>

“After tonight, you’re not allowed to shed another tear for him p>

“You can forget about him from your heart, you can treat him as an ordinary person, you must do so p>

She lifted her head from her knees, red-eyed, whispering to herself towards some unknown direction outside the window.

After tonight, she would no longer let everything be beyond her control, she would no longer let that man named Matthew Saxon affect her life.

Knock, knock, knock!

Morning, outside a room at the Goodview Hotel.

The knocking was soft, yet persistent, echoing for a long time even in the long corridor.

It wasn’t until Scarlett Yates was woken up and jumped barefoot off the sofa to open the door that the sound stopped.

She knew that the person outside the door couldn’t be Matthew Saxon.

He had a room card and wouldn’t be kept outside.

She tidied her clothes, ruffled her hair twice with her hand, and then opened the room door.

As the door opened, Scarlett Yates, while yawning, rubbing her ridiculously swollen drowsy eyes, curiously poked her head out, “Oh, Uncle Spencer p>

The person standing outside was Uncle Spencer.

He was dressed in a suit, his hair neatly combed, looking energetic and full of vigor, his eyes bright and full of spirit as he looked at her.

In contrast, Scarlett Yates looked as if some spirit had drained her energy last night, appearing lethargic and weak.

Uncle Spencer politely greeted her, “Miss Yates p>