<h4>Chapter 518: Chapter 518: Why Don’t You Just Die</h4>


    "Watch out!" Another voice suddenly rang out.


    She was forcefully pushed away.


    There was a squelching sound.


    The sound of the knife piercing flesh was apanied by screams and the hurried footsteps around them. Scarlett Yates staggered back a few steps, then slowly steadied herself.


    "Young Master."


    She raised her head in surprise and saw Uncle Thompson run to someone’s side, looking flustered.


    The person clutched his hand, furrowing his brows. Blood dripped from his palm, tap tap tap, and soon soaked the dry ground.


    Emmy Thompson was held down by two tall men in ck suits, and the knife in her hand was kicked to the ground.


    She struggled desperately, tearing at them, her ghostly white face contorted like a demon. Her eyes bulged, filled with bloodshot lines and deep-seated hatred.


    She lifted her face from a mess of tangled hair, her bloodshot eyes appearing extremely horrifying, ring viciously at Scarlett Yates, uttering a string of venomous curses: "Scarlett Yates, you bitch, you’ll die a horrible death."


    "Bitch, bitch, I hate you, why don’t you just die."


    "You better kill me now, or I won’t let you off as long as I live."


    "Gag her mouth and send her to the station," Maxwell Saxon didn’t seem to mind the wound on the back of his hand, casually wrapping his tie around it a few times before looking up at Uncle Thompson. "I’m fine, don’t worry."


    Having said that, he gave Scarlett Yates a cold, indifferent nce, tied the tie in a knot, and then slowly walked towards her.


    He looked over, his eyes seemed to carry a hint of concern, but his tone was calm: "Miss Yates, are you alright?"


    "I’m fine."


    Emmy’s curses turned to muffled grunts once her mouth was covered, and the two men in ck ferried her to a nearby parked car, quickly driving it away.


    Everything happened so fast and ended so quickly.


    Scarlett Yates nced at Maxwell Saxon’s still-bleeding hand, aplex expression rising on her face as she looked up at him: "Young Master, your hand is injured, you should go to the hospital to get it bandaged."


    Earlier, it was Maxwell Saxon who blocked the knife meant for her.


    Given the circumstances, she had no time to dodge.


    Even if she wasn’t fatally wounded, she would have been cut.


    The pool of blood from where Maxwell Saxon had stood indicated that Emmy’s intention was to stab her to death.


    But at the critical moment, Maxwell Saxon pushed her out of harm’s way.


    Why was he here?


    And how did he happen to witness Emmy attacking her? It was quite a coincidence.


    "It’s just a minor wound, as long as you’re alright." Maxwell Saxon seemed unconcerned about his own injury, scrutinizing Scarlett Yates once more, confirming she was truly unharmed before smiling and saying, "Luckily, the knife struck my hand, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable."


    His hand was still dripping blood.


    Even though Scarlett Yates couldn’t see the full extent of his injuries, she knew they weren’t as simple as he imed.


    Why was Matthew Saxon at this location, and why did he step in to block the attack just in time? All these questions were not suitable to pursue at this moment.


    At this moment, Scarlett Yates knew only this: he had shielded her from the knife; he had been injured for her.


    She must promptly treat his wound.


    "Let’s go to the hospital, I’ll help bandage your wound." Scarlett Yates, whether he wished to or not, grabbed his uninjured hand and started pulling him towards the hospital.