Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 519: Is It Really Just a Coincidence?

Maxwell Saxon appeared slightly surprised the moment she grabbed his wrist, but after a brief flicker of surprise, he obediently allowed Scarlett Yates to lead him into the hospital.

The thrilling scene that had just taken place outside the hospital entrance was witnessed by many.

It was noon break, and the hospital was bustling with people coming and going.

So, when the already attention-grabbing Scarlett returned to the hospital with a man who wasn’t Matthew Saxon, it quickly sparked a new round of discussion.

In the medical room—

Scarlett undid the tie Maxwell had haphazardly used to tend to his wound, and her expression suddenly changed. She bit her lip and said guiltily, "I’m sorry, Young Master, it’s all because of me that you got so seriously injured."

The wound on Matthew Saxon’s hand was not as trivial as he made it out to be.

If Emmy Thompson had exerted a bit more force, and the dagger had plunged another fraction deeper into the back of his hand, it could have severed his tendons.

Even though the bone and muscle weren’t harmed, that stab had left a long and deep gash.

His entire hand was stained red with blood, and the tie was soaked.

The pair of perfectly sculpted hands, which resembled works of art, were now being cradled in her hands, drenched in blood.

This man, who once made her feel afraid, had just saved her.

For a moment, Scarlett felt a whirlwind of emotions, as she quickly tended to his wound while expressing her gratitude, "Thank you."

"No need to be so polite, Miss Yates. Although you and Matthew aren’t married yet, we already consider you part of the Saxon family. When a family member is in danger, of course, I won’t stand by idly."

Family...

Scarlett was slightly moved. She looked up, her gaze complicated as she regarded him.

In her impression, Maxwell often had the words ’family’ on his lips, giving the impression he truly valued family.

If she hadn’t heard so many of his unknown secrets from Matthew, perhaps she would really believe Maxwell Saxon was a person who valued family ties.

"The wound on your hand won’t heal in the short term and might affect your daily life." After bandaging him up, Scarlett released his hand and stepped aside.

Maxwell displayed his usual calm and gentle smile: "Oh, is that so."

"Besides thank you, I don’t know what else to say."

"I’ve already said, it’s nothing. There’s no need for you to be so formal, Miss Yates." He rotated his wrist a bit and slowly stood up, his tall and elegant figure standing before her like an orchid or jade tree.

Even the faint smile at the corner of his lips was as refined as a light ink painting.

Scarlett secretly sighed to herself.

Even though she knew some less favorable secrets about Maxwell Saxon, she couldn’t deny his extraordinary charm.

A kind of charm that’s highly alluring to women.

"Young Master, I know it might be a bit impolite to ask, but I still want to know— when I was almost stabbed earlier, you pushed me away just in time. Was it really just a coincidence?"

She hesitated for a moment, then voiced her doubt, her soft and bright black eyes quietly watching him, awaiting his response.

Her straightforward expression of doubt, especially toward someone who had just been injured for her, would either greatly surprise or anger anyone else, yet Maxwell Saxon showed neither surprise nor the slightest displeasure.