His words were getting stranger and stranger.

If Scarlett had paid a little more attention to this, she would have noticed that the man’s gaze towards her seemed a bit like disappointment.

But ever since she heard the news that Matthew Saxon was still alive, she couldn’t focus on anything else.

Her mind was filled with this matter, leaving no room to think about anything else.

She cried tears of joy, turned back, and anxiously asked the man, "How is he now? Are his injuries severe?"

The man looked up, saw her tear-streaked face, and frowned. His tone inexplicably carried a hint of anger: "Wipe the tears off your face first. Crying all the time is a sign of weakness."

Whatever he said, Scarlett immediately followed.

At this moment, as long as the man could tell her Matthew’s condition, she was willing to do anything.

She immediately wiped her tears clean.

"Falling from a plane and drifting in the sea for so long, how could it not be serious? His situation is a bit tricky at the moment, but overall, there’s no danger to his life. You don’t need to worry about that."

When she heard about the serious injuries, Scarlett’s heart trembled violently, filled with worry. But when she heard there was no threat to his life, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief, exhaling deeply and patting her chest: "Luckily, there’s no danger to his life."

As long as he could live, it was better than anything else.

"You just said for me to go with you. If I agree, can I see him?"

The man snorted coldly, "If I don’t let you see him with your own eyes, can you fully trust me?"

Scarlett made a decision immediately: "Then when do we leave?"

"Right away, the plane is about to take off."

"Where are we going?"

A flash of a strange color quickly crossed the man’s eyes, and he said each word clearly, "A City."

Scarlett was stunned for a few seconds, surprised, "A City? Are you on the same flight as us?"

The next flight to A City was the one she was taking.

The man slowly stood up, glanced at her, then walked outside: "Let’s go, you’re just as silly as your mother, you didn’t inherit any good traits, only the foolishness."

Scarlett followed behind him, startled once more when she heard him mention Mother Yates: "Do you know my mom?"

The man was silent for a while, and since his back was to Scarlett, she couldn’t see his expression at that moment, only sensing that his voice seemed much lower: "Yes, I know her, your mom is a... very gentle and beautiful woman, but unfortunately, she ruined her life on ’obsession.’"

Scarlett grew more and more curious about the man’s identity.

Why did he speak as if he was so well-acquainted with the grudges between the Yates Family and the Saxon Family?

If this man really knew her mother, judging by his understanding of the inside stories, his relationship with her mother should have been very good.

But in Scarlett’s memory, aside from her dad, Mother Yates had no other male friends she was close with.

Not a single one.

This man could not be her mother’s friend.

Who on earth was he?

"Were you and my mom close?" Scarlett pressed on.

The man was silent for several more seconds, his voice faint: "Yes."

"But... I don’t know you." Scarlett frowned at his back and said again, "If you were my mom’s friend, I couldn’t possibly not know you."