Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 822: Are You Really That Afraid of Death?

Matthew Saxon called out to her, but she didn’t hear.

He walked up to her, gently shook her with a hint of worry in his eyes, Scarlett Yates blinked her eyes and moved slightly: "Matthew Saxon, why are you so calm?"

She raised her pale little face and looked at him with confusion: "Aren’t you afraid they might kill us?"

A group of people with guns, what kind of people are they?

Is he really not afraid at all?

Matthew Saxon didn’t answer her question, he smiled lightly and sat down beside her.

There was a fruit basket on the coffee table with a plate of fruit in it. Matthew Saxon picked up an apple to peel. He probably rarely did this sort of thing; the peel was thick, breaking frequently as he cut.

By the time he finished peeling an apple, there wasn’t much fruit left.

He handed the apple with just a third of the fruit left to Scarlett Yates: "Eat something to relax."

"I don’t want it." Scarlett Yates frowned at the apple in his hand, "Who knows if there’s poison injected in it or something."

"Are you so afraid of death?" Matthew Saxon didn’t force her, placing the peeled apple on the table and took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands.

Scarlett Yates found his question odd.

In this world, is there anyone who isn’t afraid of death?

No matter how strong a person is, facing death, they’ll surely have some fear.

She nodded: "Afraid, very afraid, I don’t want to die."

She answered directly, and after hearing it, Matthew Saxon laughed, his long, narrow eyes fixed on her, his voice softened unconsciously: "Someone as afraid of death as you won’t die easily."

"But we’re trapped here, and everything we could use to contact the outside world has been taken away by them. If they really want to kill us, it’s extremely easy." She hoped she could live well, but she had to face reality.

"Who are they really?"

"Enemies."

This answer was as good as not answering her.

Scarlett Yates had to be more specific: "I mean, why did they kidnap you, is it for money?"

Actually, Scarlett Yates hoped that group of people were after money.

If that were the case, they might have a chance to leave alive.

The worst would be if they were after lives, not money...

She looked at him with a glimmer of hope.

Matthew Saxon’s answer dashed her hopes, he shook his head: "No."

If not for money, then it’s for life?

Scarlett Yates bit her lip, speaking listlessly: "And you said we would be okay."

Matthew Saxon saw her expression of utter despair, so he asked: "If we truly cannot escape death, do you have any regrets?"

Regrets...

Scarlett Yates thought seriously for a moment and nodded.

Her regrets were far too numerous, never tasting good food again, never hearing beautiful music again, never breathing fresh air again, never...

The most ordinary little things in daily life, when never able to do them again, would all become her regrets.

"Matthew Saxon, do you think when people die, they’ll really walk the Yellow Springs Road? Will there really be The Black and White Impermanence to claim souls?"

Death is just the endpoint of life, but whether a soul exists after death, whether it enters another world, these are unknowns.

Because the dead cannot verify it, those who can verify it are dead.

So, the saying about souls has never had a definite answer.