"Alright, don't think about it anymore." Maxwell Saxon stepped forward and gently pulled her into his embrace, repeatedly soothing her in a low voice, "I believe you, of course I believe you."
"But..."
Alice, with reddened eyes, looked at Matthew Saxon, "Young Master, you don't believe me, do you?"
She choked and sobbed, "I really didn't lie to you. I know Miss Yates is still in a coma and you're very anxious, but I didn't mean to leave her behind back then."
"At that time, I didn't know where she was, and I didn't dare to look for her. I was afraid the person hunting us was still lurking in the forest. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to abandon her, I was just scared."
After she finished speaking, she covered her face in agony.
Her crying was always suppressed, silent, or very soft and faint.
It was the first time she had cried so desperately, as if she had truly been frightened out of her wits.
