Chapter 1243: Then What Is He Really After?
If she understood him, who would understand the deceased Autumn Spencer?
"You know, Dad, I truly hope we never see each other again in this lifetime. I don’t care for your so-called compensation at all. Some things, once lost, are gone forever, and can never be replaced by anything else. If you truly feel guilty towards our mother and us, I don’t need you to give me the identity of the Yates Family heiress. As long as you can let us leave here once Matthew recovers, that’s enough."
"You want to make it up to me, don’t you? Then agree to my request."
When she said these words, besides feeling disappointment and sadness, there was also a hint of probing.
If Noah Yates has no ulterior motives, he would definitely agree to her request.
If he refuses, then it really means that Matthew Saxon has been imprisoned.
Noah Yates squinted his deep, unfathomable eagle eyes, and his gaze suddenly became much sharper: "Whether you like it or not, you are my daughter, Scarlett. You have the same blood flowing through you, which is a fact that no one can change. Do you think that after I brought you back, I would let my own daughter wander alone outside?"
Scarlett Yates’ heart tightened.
She really feared that what she worried about would happen.
Sure enough, Noah Yates rejected her.
"Even if I acknowledged my roots and became the Yates Family heiress, I can’t stay in the Yates Family forever, can I? Dad, I’m already married. Matthew is my husband, and as they say, a woman follows her husband. I married him, so once he recovers, of course, I’ll go back to the Saxon Family with him."
She probed again, holding onto a sliver of hope, hoping that she guessed wrong.
Because she really couldn’t understand, why would Noah Yates imprison Matthew Saxon?
Just like George said, there was rarely any interaction between the two families, no talk of enmity. In business, each guards their own territory, nobody interferes with the other, so it can’t possibly be about benefits.
So what is it, really?
Before realizing Noah Yates had entirely changed, Scarlett Yates would have thought he imprisoned Matthew to avenge Mother Yates.
But a man who remarried the year his wife died couldn’t possibly be someone who values emotions and loyalty that deeply.
How could her mother be so important in his heart?
After all these years, could he still remember revenge?
Scarlett Yates considered multiple reasons but denied them one by one, her doubts deepening.
Noah Yates didn’t speak.
The cigarette, almost burnt out between his fingers, was extinguished, and those eagle eyes that seemed to see through everything seemed to hold a trace of gloominess.
He tossed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, his lips curved slightly, seeming to smile, but Scarlett Yates felt that his eyes became even more gloomy when he smiled.
"Scarlett, I have to say, you have some wits, after all, you are my daughter." He seemed to praise her, but Scarlett Yates didn’t feel happy at all.
Such praise only made her feel waves of unease.
"It was the Saxons who killed your mom, and now you want to go back with that brat of theirs?" He let out a cold laugh and said angrily, "You’re a girl, I don’t expect you to avenge your mom, but how can you be with the son of your enemy? If you do this, your mom won’t find peace even in the afterlife."