Chapter 584: Chapter 584: Really no impression at all?
A ridiculous and extrely ugly wooden sculpture, yet it was the most cherished gift he had from childhood.
She would never know how important that small token of hers was when everyone else was mocking, looking down on, and rejecting him.
It was a ray of sunlight in that gloomy period of his life, the only ray of sunlight.
But she didn’t rember anything.
When she just looked at that wooden sculpture with confusion and bewildernt, he knew that the mory, which was extrely precious to him, was entirely forgotten by her.
She didn’t rember that the wooden sculpture was carved by her own hands and given to him.
She also didn’t rember how, after angrily punching and chasing away the boys who bullied him, she held his hand and patted her chest, saying those words to him.
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, if anyone dares to bully you again, I’ll help you chase them away. I’m really good at fighting.
From now on, how about I protect you?
But he rembered everything, even every word she said.
Perhaps, for her, it was just a mory that didn’t matter if it was rembered or not. She was young then, and it was natural to forget many things. And over so many years, she and he both changed a lot. When eting for the first ti again, he didn’t recognize her either, right?
"Is this the funny friend who gave this to you?" Scarlett Yates speculated.
"Yes." Maxwell Saxon smiled slightly, "She gave it to . It’s a wooden sculpture she carved herself, supposedly crafted to resemble ."
Scarlett Yates looked down at the wooden sculpture in her hand again.
This lump of sothing that didn’t resemble anything—aside from vaguely recognizable limbs, was there anything human about it?
If Maxwell Saxon looked like that as a child, it would really scare people to death.
At that mont, Scarlett Yates truly believed that Maxwell Saxon valued that friend he knew from childhood.
Otherwise, how could such an ugly and worthless wooden sculpture have been kept by him until now?
That little girl held weight, and very significant weight, in his heart.
She suddenly had a slightly mischievous thought—if Maxwell Saxon’s old friend suddenly appeared before him and had grown into a graceful beauty, would Maxwell Saxon suddenly have a change of heart?
One was an old acquaintance buried deep in mory, yet never forgotten; the other, a new companion swiftly bonded with over months. Between the little girl and Alice Green, whom did he care more about?
"But I don’t understand, why is Young Master showing
this wooden sculpture?" Scarlett Yates handed back the wooden sculpture that Maxwell Saxon treasured so dearly.
"Young Master said I have many similarities with your friend, but I am not her. Young Master knows that well. Even if you show
the sculpture, I can’t recall any mories that aren’t mine."
Suddenly, there was an unusual expression in Maxwell Saxon’s eyes.
When Scarlett Yates handed the sculpture back to him, he suddenly clasped her hand.
With the sculpture, he tightly held her hand.
Scarlett Yates was shocked: "Young Master, what are you doing?"
Maxwell Saxon refused to let go, squeezing even tighter, a thin line of restraint ford by his lips, and his face appeared restrained: "Do you really have no mory at all? Think carefully, think again!"
"Young Master, I don’t understand what you’re saying, let
go." In fright, Scarlett Yates forcefully shook off his hand.
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