Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 380: I Know Nothing!
A hand supports the chin, fingers tracing the elegant curve of the jawline back and forth, watching Alice nestled in Maxwell Saxon’s arms with a half-smile, "Brother, I just need ten minutes, hope you could step aside for a bit."
Maxwell Saxon’s cold dark eyes deepened, his tone less gentle, "Matthew, you’ve seen it, Alice isn’t feeling well, what’s so important that it must be said now? Can’t it wait until she feels a bit better?"
Matthew Saxon curved his lips, a low chuckle escaped his throat, his slender eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze suddenly becoming much sharper, "Do you think the matter of finding the culprit who caused Scarlett’s coma until now isn’t important enough?"
"Scarlett’s life was saved thanks to my timely arrival, my fiancée nearly died at someone else’s hands, if it were you, brother, you’d be even more eager to find out the culprit. I believe I might find some clues from Miss Green, just a few minutes to ask her. Is Miss Green’s condition so bad she can’t even take these few minutes?"
Alice’s body started trembling again.
She bit her lips until they turned white, her voice weak as if a mosquito was buzzing, "Second Young Master, if it’s about this matter, I know nothing, I can’t be of any help in finding the culprit either."
Matthew Saxon smiled, glancing at her with peach blossom eyes, slightly squinting, "Oh, is that so? But I don’t think that’s the case."
"I thought Miss Green should know more about this matter than anyone else, otherwise, she wouldn’t have come here for nothing."
"If Miss Green doesn’t want to talk to me alone, she can say it in front of brother, after all, brother isn’t an outsider."
"Alice, what’s going on?" Alice’s body was shaking more and more violently.
Strangely enough, the weather was like this, the sun shining brightly outside, and the indoor temperature had reached thirty degrees, yet she kept shivering as if standing in ice and snow, cold causing her whole body to tremble.
Her teeth were trembling too, one hand gripping the buttons of Maxwell Saxon’s clothes tightly, her fingers pinching on them, pulling again and again, as if trying to pull off the buttons one by one.
Her face was much paler than a moment ago, but it didn’t look sickly pale, rather it seemed her face turned white from some kind of fear and tension.
Her unusual behavior was too obvious.
Maxwell Saxon furrowed his brow, gently pushed her away from his arms, both hands resting on her delicate and fragile shoulders, looked down at her, and asked concernedly, "Alice, what’s wrong with you? If you truly know any clues, tell Matthew."
"I know nothing!" Alice suddenly raised her head, revealing her face filled with terror and unease, and those lips stained with blood from biting.
Her expression was panicked and frightened, as if she had seen something terrifying, under Maxwell Saxon’s questioning and speculative gaze, her eyes kept flickering, as if trying to avoid his gaze, "At that time, I was solely focused on escaping, scared to the point of almost madness. I don’t even know what that person looks like, how would I know any clues."
After speaking, she suddenly clutched her head, shaking painfully twice, emitting a painful low roar from her mouth, "This incident feels like a nightmare, I don’t want to recall, Maxwell, I truly know nothing, I almost died at that person’s hands too, you must believe me."
