Right beneath the Saxon Family's outer wall, the Young Madam of the Saxon Family had transformed into a homeless wanderer.
Outside, it was pitch black, surrounded by a death-like silence.
Looking around, there wasn't a single ghostly figure to be seen.
If anyone with ill intentions were to pass by here, it'd be easy for them to succeed.
Matthew Saxon... damn him, he was really so at ease leaving Scarlett alone outside.
He thought that even if Matthew was caught up in his pride and couldn't let go, he should at least have someone keep an eye on Scarlett Yates.
But no... not a single person was there.
In that dark corner, besides the shivering, pitiful Baby Scarlett, there wasn't another person.
Heartache... nothing but heartache.
How could that bastard Matthew treat his Baby Scarlett like this?
Wasn't he previously doting on her to the point of absurdity, seeming to care about her endlessly? How did things come to this now?
