Chapter 946: Chapter 946: One Must Know to Be Grateful and Repay Kindness
"Also, we don’t know where those wedding rings were thrown, it seems we need to pick out a new pair."
"Also..."
This ti, Matthew Saxon spoke a lot to her, while she mostly remained silent as he continued talking.
To be honest, when he was discussing all the details of the wedding with her, Scarlett Yates’s anxiety and gloom were slowly soothed.
She thought, maybe she was really too sensitive. Matthew was just too exhausted; after going through so much, he must be very tired, and it’s understandable to be in a bad mood.
Just because he was a bit cold in his attitude towards her and didn’t show concern in a tily manner, she felt wronged and cried for so long, it was really unreasonable.
After hanging up the phone, Uncle Thompson took out two boxed als, handing one to Scarlett Yates: "Eat well. Once today passes, you can go back. Don’t think about running away. This place is in the wild, where usually no one cos, and there’s no way a vehicle would pass by. If you want to escape, you can’t."
"Although the mistress is unfair to you, the Young Master genuinely cares about you, and you wouldn’t want to see him spend the rest of his life in prison, right? You need to understand gratitude and reciprocity. The Young Master has been kind to you, now is the ti for you to repay his kindness. Just stay here obediently, spend the night here."
The rope tying Scarlett Yates had already been untied.
She took the boxed al from the worn-out chair, even though she didn’t have any appetite, she forced herself to eat more than half.
She chewed the food as if it were wax, while her mind occasionally wandered to sothing Matthew Saxon had just ntioned.
He said, the rings were lost.
When buying the rings, the sales lady said they symbolized being together forever, but now they were lost.
She knew she shouldn’t overthink it; losing things is normal and losing the rings shouldn’t an anything, yet she couldn’t shake the feeling of unease.
Logically, everything should be settled now. Matthew Saxon had taken Seymour back, Maxwell Saxon had lost all his power and posed no threat to him, what was there left to worry about?
Maybe the victory ca too fast and unexpectedly, she still felt a surreal, dreamlike sensation.
That night, Scarlett Yates slept uneasily, waking up four or five tis, almost every hour.
The dilapidated desolate house, the empty and uninhabited wilderness, was as quiet as being in an ancient tomb, giving a creepy feeling.
Uncle Thompson brought several blankets to make her a ground bed.
Fort City’s winter was freezing, several degrees below zero, even with blankets on the ground, sleeping half the night couldn’t warm her up.
She wrapped herself in a thick layer of blankets, yet still shivered with cold, the chill seed to seep up from the ground, perating the blanket on the floor.
Scarlett Yates dared not fall into deep sleep.
In such a desolate outdoor house, either mice would scurry about or bugs would crawl around. She feared waking up to find her face gnawed by mice.
She tightly wrapped the blankets around herself, shivering as her teeth chattered, just wishing the night would pass quickly.
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The night passed.
Scarlett Yates’s eyes were so swollen they resembled light bulbs, her face was pale as if brushed with powder, looking extrely haggard.
Her eyes were bloodshot, her lips dry and chapped; she took the bottled water Uncle Thompson gave her and drank a few sips. The cold water went down her throat and made her shiver yet again.
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