Chapter 1371: She Is the Most Important Woman
Yet even so, she couldn’t bear to die.
She still had attachments in her heart; she still had people she cared about. She didn’t want to leave this world just like that.
Boundless fear and an immense sense of loneliness engulfed her. Cold, hungry, and exhausted, she felt miserable enough to cry.
And she really did cry, hugging her knees and burying her head, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Scarlett Yates, why are you crying?" Suddenly, a voice rang out.
She froze for a moment, then lifted her head in sheer joy.
"Matthew Saxon, how did you end up here? Please take me away from here; it’s so cold, so cold." Both surprised and delighted, she looked at the man who had suddenly appeared before her, got up, and ran towards him, wanting to throw herself into his arms.
His embrace seemed so safe and warm.
To her, who was nearly frozen stiff, what she needed most right now was such an embrace.
But as she plunged forward, she fell through empty air, slipped, and heavily fell to the ground.
"Matthew, you..." She looked up in shock; in the blink of an eye, the person who was just in front of her was now over ten meters away.
He stood in the distance, his finely chiseled face carrying an icy cold expression, his eyes devoid of warmth, watching her with cold and indifferent eyes: "Scarlett Yates, you shall remain here forever. I came just to tell you that my life will be better without you; don’t expect me to take you away."
"Why?" She stared at him blankly, feeling a heart-wrenching pain.
"Why?" He seemed to sneer, his lips curving into a cruel arc, enunciating each word clearly: "I have found Little Tail; my Little Tail is still alive. I will fulfill my promise and marry her. In the future, I will cherish her and love her for a lifetime, and as for you..."
He laughed coldly, full of disdain and loathing in his eyes: "You can’t even match a strand of Little Tail’s hair. Tell me, who would I choose: you or her?"
"No, it’s not like that, Matthew Saxon! How can you be so? You said you liked me." She cried in anguish, heart shredded to pieces, scattered on the ground, then mercilessly trampled upon.
"No one can compare to Little Tail; in my heart, she is the most important woman."
His cold, heartless words echoed over and over in her ears: "I love Little Tail. Scarlett Yates, I’ve never truly loved you; it was your self-deception thinking I liked you."
"Matthew Saxon, how can you treat me this way? You said you liked me..."
"Young Madam, Young Madam..."
A voice seemingly from a far distance called Scarlett Yates back from the nightmare that broke her heart.
Olly gently wiped her tears while softly calling her a few times: "Young Madam, wake up."
The tissue quickly became soaked.
Olly took a new tissue to wipe the tears from the other corner of Scarlett Yates’s eyes when her eyelids fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.
"Young Madam, you’re awake." Olly’s hand paused, a relieved smile spreading across her face, "That’s wonderful, Young Madam, you finally woke up."
Scarlett Yates blinked, staring at Olly for several seconds in confusion, and called out, "Olly?"
Olly immediately replied, "It’s me, Young Madam."