Chapter 426

Scarlett Yates naturally did not want to bring up this day, since he was just casually asking, there was no need for her to tell him.

She pursed her lips, mimicked him by lazily leaning her body back, closed her eyes, and said, “Oh, I wasn’t planning to celebrate my birthday either p>

“Oh?” Matthew Saxon slowly opened his eyes, which had just closed, raised his eyebrows, appearing somewhat curious, “Why p>

Why?

Because just two days before her birthday, in the rush to get back to celebrate it with her, on the way home, the car carrying Father Yates and Mother Yates plunged off a cliff.

Such a high cliff; the car fell to the bottom of the gorge, and the people in the car died instantly.

She was not able to see the scene of the car accident.

However… in the two years following Father Yates and Mother Yates’s passing, she had nightmares every night.

In her dreams, there was always a bloody scene, and her dearly beloved parents lay in pools of blood, their bodies soaked through with blood.

Later, these nightmares severely affected her life, pushing her to the brink of severe depression. Fortunately, with adjustments from a psychologist, she slowly emerged from that shadow.

But… this does not mean she can face the car accident calmly; whenever she thinks about it, her heart still aches, as if someone is twisting it painfully again and again.

Since Father Yates and Mother Yates passed away, she no longer celebrates her birthday.

She could not bear to celebrate her birthday just two days after the anniversary of their death.

Of course, she would not tell Matthew Saxon about these things; she did not wish to show others her most vulnerable side.

Thus, after recalling these painful memories, she turned her pale face to one side and said in as indifferent a tone as possible, “As you get older each year, what’s there to celebrate p>

These words coming from a young girl who had just stepped out of university sounded rather amusing.

Matthew Saxon seemed to find these words interesting; he pondered for a few seconds, slowly curling his thin lips, “Makes a lot of sense, thinking about it this way, birthdays really aren’t much cause for celebration p>

Their conversation ceased after this.

For the next stretch of the journey, neither of them spoke again, seemingly both very tired, leaning against the car window with closed eyes to rest.

Scarlett Yates truly was exhausted; she had just woken from a state of unconsciousness not long ago, and the time outside wasn’t exactly short. Although Matthew Saxon was carrying her back and forth, she felt she had exerted quite a bit of energy, and soon fell asleep shortly after closing her eyes.

Meanwhile, the other person who seemed asleep with closed eyes was actually awake the whole time.

Upon arriving at the Douglas Family’s residence, the moment Matthew Saxon leaned over to carry Scarlett Yates out of the car, he caught a glimpse of the wooden puppet he had gifted her still in her grip.

She was holding it tight; he tried to pull it away but couldn’t.

The moonlight poured in through the car window, illuminating her pale little face. She appeared very peacefully asleep, her long eyelashes like butterfly wings gently fluttering occasionally, her arched, delicate eyebrows resembling willow leaves, and her nose was well-shaped, small but high and straight.

Her lightly colored lips had lost their usual luster and vibrancy, appearing somewhat pale, pressed into a curve of serene tranquility.

She had become much thinner due to all she had experienced; held in his arms, she felt as light as a feather, without any weight at all.

When they return, she must be properly nourished.

He still preferred to see her bouncing around energetically.