<h4>Chapter 547: Chapter 547 The Truth About the Car ident</h4>


    "What are you talking about?!" Scarlett Yates’s face suddenly changed.


    Maxwell Saxon’s kindly, gentle gaze fixed on her. After a moment, he said, word by word, "Miss Yates, I think that when your parents had their car ident, it might not have been a simple ident."


    Scarlett stared at him in shock for a few seconds, suddenly her face turned cold and appeared extremely unpleasant, as she red angrily at Maxwell Saxon, "Young Master, please do not joke about my parents’ matters."


    Maxwell replied calmly, "Miss Yates, have you ever thought that if your parents’ cause of death was man-made and not an ident, wouldn’t you want to know who had targeted them? If there isn’t concrete evidence, do you think I’d dare to make such reckless assertions?"


    It was as if someone had heavily knocked on her head.


    Some scattered, blurry fragments suddenly surfaced in her mind—


    "That road isn’t a high ident area, and there weren’t many carsing and going at the time. The road was so wide and the weather was nice that day, logically, it’s impossible for an ident to happen under such conditions, how did it..."


    "Perhaps it was fatigue driving."


    "But just looking at the video, it seems more like the car had a malfunction."


    "I actually went to inspect that car at that time, the engine seemed to have some issues. I wondered about it and that engine didn’t seem to have a natural fault, but rather resembled a man-made fault."


    "Don’t talk nonsense, didn’t the experts already appraise it? They said the car wasn’t the issue, so mechanical failure has been ruled out."


    Scarlett still remembers that when the two policemen were discussing at the time, she was standing right behind them.


    Maybe they thought she was too heartbroken to pay attention to what they were saying, so they said things that shouldn’t have been mentioned.


    She was too young then, and didn’t understand much, nor did she think deeply about those words.


    After all, since the experts had already appraised the ident and ruled out car breakdown as the cause, could she doubt the experts’ words?


    So ultimately the cause of the ident was unanimously determined to be fatigue driving leading to overturning.


    These memories, which she had almost forgotten, were steadily drawn from the depths of her heart once Maxwell Saxon’s storm-grade words were spoken.


    Scarlett suddenly found herself unable to utter any words of rebuttal or usation.


    She stared nkly at Maxwell Saxon, feeling at once as if a chill had crept into her body, making her shiver involuntarily.


    "Of course, if Miss Yates does not wish to delve into this matter further, then consider I’ve never spoken." Seeing Scarlett’s face suddenly turn pale, Maxwell’s brows furrowed slightly.


    Scarlett remained silent for a long time.


    "Young Master, I don’t understand." Her face paled as she looked at the profound and enigmatic man in front of her, "Why would the Young Master be concerned about this matter? What benefit does it have for you?"


    Maxwell’s deep brows and eyes were deeply fixed on her, showing aplex look in them, as if contemting whether to answer her question.


    After a while, he smiled, "Perhaps it’s because I don’t want you to marry Matthew."


    "Why?" She only felt that the man in front of her was bing more difficult toprehend, and his actions and behavior were increasingly puzzling to her.


    He actually said he didn’t want her to marry Matthew Saxon?


    Maxwell Saxon suddenly stepped forward.


    The pleasant scent of cedarwood filled her nose.