Chapter 555
In her mind, Maxwell Saxon’s smiling face seemed to be right in front of her.
He looked at her with a gentle smile, then said in a calm, steady voice, “Scarlett, the person who caused this deliberate accident is Dad p>
“If it weren’t for him, your parents wouldn’t have had the car accident. Maybe they would still be alive and well, and you wouldn’t have become an orphan. You would still have a happy, complete family p>
“Although I still don’t know his reasons, this matter is indeed related p>
“Maxwell Saxon, do you know what you’re saying? Are you telling me now that the murderer of my parents is your father p>
“As hard as it is to accept, this is the truth, Scarlett. You may not believe me, but you can’t ignore these plain facts. I believe after seeing the evidence, you’ll be able to distinguish what’s true p>
“Why, Uncle Saxon is your biological father. Why are you telling me this? Aren’t you afraid I might seek revenge on him p>
These words, even by the time he left, Maxwell Saxon never replied to her.
All of a sudden, the man who loved her like his own daughter became the murderer of her parents.
At first, she didn’t believe it, was even angry, angry that Maxwell Saxon would put such a big accusation on his biological father.
But when the irrefutable evidence was laid out before her, she could no longer doubt that cruel conclusion.
She really wished this was a dream.
She couldn’t accept such a brutal truth.
But reality can never be a dream; no matter how cruel, it won’t change for anyone.
Why did it have to be Roy Saxon?
He could care for her so much, so how could he be so cruel to her parents?
Furthermore, he had personally told her that it was her mother who saved him back then.
Is this how he repays his debt of gratitude, by turning against his saviors?
No wonder Maxwell Saxon was so certain at the beginning. In the face of this harsh and merciless truth, once she knew everything, there was no chance for her and Matthew Saxon anymore.
She couldn’t be with the son of her parents’ murderer.
Scarlett Yates didn’t know how she found herself outside the dormitory.
She walked in a daze for a long time, like a wandering soul, until she reached the elevator, hit the floor button absentmindedly, then drifted out when the elevator reached its destination.
All these actions seemed unconscious and mechanical.
When she opened the door, she didn’t notice there was someone else in the room.
It wasn’t until she closed the door, changed her shoes, and walked with a pale face to the bedroom door that the man who had been sitting in the living room for a long time finally spoke: “Do you still want to ignore me p>
This voice p>
Scarlett Yates turned around in shock, and when she saw Matthew Saxon, she was stunned for a long time.
So long that Matthew Saxon impatiently raised an eyebrow, then stood up and walked towards her.
His face was cold, his eyes dark and icy, devoid of any warmth.
He was like a cold King Yama, exuding a chilling and terrifying aura.
But this time, Scarlett Yates didn’t back down.
She stood still, a hint of desolation on her pale face, gazing sorrowfully at Matthew Saxon.
Why did he appear here at this moment?
Just when she had learned of that cruel truth?