Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 314: The Truth Seems Like a Fantasy

"You won’t."

Still only three simple words, he smirked, his Peach Blossom Eyes glinting with a hint of amusement.

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because you’re a coward who’s afraid of dying."

After saying this, Matthew Saxon chuckled softly, "I’ve told you, once you hear my secret, you’re with me on the same boat. If this secret gets out and reaches my seemingly refined and polite elder brother’s ears, he will immediately turn hostile and unrecognizable."

"Scarlett Yates, Maxwell Saxon is not a good person. Do you know what he did before he came to the Saxon family?"

Scarlett shook her head.

Matthew chuckled again, squinting slightly, still in a casual tone, "When he was five, he killed someone."

"What did you say?!"

Bang!

Too shocked, Scarlett accidentally knocked the teacup onto the table. Luckily, she had already drunk the tea, only a few droplets splashed out.

"The police investigation concluded it was accidental manslaughter, but..."

Matthew’s lips curled into a mysterious smile, "How could it have been an accident to ’coincidentally’ sever several arteries?"

Scarlett was utterly incredulous.

Cold sweat dripped down her forehead, and she felt a chill suddenly pierce into the back of her hand.

She felt like she had just heard a terrifying ghost story, a chilling sensation creeping over her.

"Maxwell Saxon killed someone when he was five?"

It’s like a fantasy, isn’t it?

Yet, inexplicably, she believed Matthew.

"The police investigation’s narrative says the man sneaked into May Denton’s room, and when May called for help, Maxwell, sleeping next to her, jumped up to bite him. The man grabbed his neck, and in his struggle, he reached for a knife by the bedside and stabbed the man."

"He didn’t want the man’s life, merely wanted to protect himself."

"But Scarlett, tell me, why would a five-year-old child strike so accurately, every stab hitting an artery?"

"But he was only five years old at the time, how could he know so much?"

Scarlett believed that Maxwell Saxon killed someone at the age of five.

After all, records can be checked. Such a sensational story is not difficult to find.

But how could a five-year-old child know where the arteries in the body are?

Even if he knew, how could he strike so accurately during a struggle?

How could a child’s strength possibly match that of an adult man?

As if he had seen her doubts, Matthew chuckled, his fingers seemed to tap lightly on the rim of the cup unconsciously, "Do you feel there are many things that defy logic? That’s the scary thing about Maxwell Saxon."

"What can most five-year-olds understand? In such circumstances, they’d have been scared witless, not to mention stabbing someone."

"Do you know what the witness living opposite his house said?"

"That person said, at that time, they saw Maxwell walk to the window and pull the curtain, moonlight shining on his face. His head and face were covered in blood, and the little hand pulling the curtain was also covered in blood, but he showed no sign of fear on his face."

"Scarlett, imagine that scene, a five-year-old child just killed someone, covered in blood, then smiled at you after seeing you. What kind of feeling is that?"

The chilling sensation crawled up her back again.