Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

Chapter 1186: Young Madam, We Should Leave

Stella nodded, "Don’t worry, I wouldn’t neglect my own baby even if I neglected everyone else. I know my limits."Scarlett was still a bit worried, "Anthony is very hospitable and seems to plan on taking you everywhere to have fun. It’s not bad to go out and relax, but don’t go too wild, alright? Don’t be embarrassed to refuse when necessary."

The two whispered to each other, Stella lowered her voice and said, "Just rest assured, I am the baby’s mother, I won’t mess around with my own child."

Scarlett and George were about to fly to A Country, while Stella had decided to stay at Kondor Estate for a while.

For this, Anthony was very welcoming and even said he wanted to take Stella to visit every fun and interesting place in Y Country.

Upon hearing Anthony say this, Scarlett wanted to remind him that Stella was already pregnant, but Stella had instructed that, other than herself, no one else should know about this.

So all Scarlett could do was repeatedly remind Stella to be more self-aware.

"Young Madam, we should go."

George kept a not-too-far, not-too-close distance, reminding softly.

Scarlett checked the time, only twenty minutes left, she nodded, said a few more words to Stella, and then turned to leave with George.

Twenty minutes later, the plane took off on schedule.

As she watched the airport buildings become smaller and smaller, Scarlett turned her head, closed her eyes, and her face was full of exhaustion and despair.

She wondered, at the moment the plane crashed, what was Matthew Saxon thinking?

Was he really scared, really terrified?

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but smile, thinking she probably thought of Matthew Saxon as too cowardly.

He was prideful to the extreme, even if the sky fell he wouldn’t be scared, perhaps he wouldn’t be too afraid facing death.

But in this world, is there really anyone who isn’t afraid of death, indifferent to their own life?

Not being afraid of death and not wanting to die are completely two different concepts.

An irritating buzzing sound reached her ears, as if a thousand bees flapping their wings beside her ears.

Scarlett furrowed her brow, was about to find something to plug her ears when she heard George beside her call, "Young Madam."

She opened her eyes.

George handed her something, his facial expression was a bit uneasy, but he still looked at her and said, "Chew some gum, it might help a bit."

It turned out he noticed she was uncomfortable.

Scarlett took it, softly saying, "George, thank you for accompanying me."

"Young Madam, no need to be so polite, it’s my duty. My task is to protect you well," George said matter-of-factly.

But in his heart, he didn’t quite think that way.

He wanted to protect her, not just because it was his duty, but also because there was a personal motive involved, this personal motive and his duty held an equally large proportion.

If she weren’t his Young Madam, if she was just an ordinary girl he knew and liked, he would still protect her.

Scarlett tore open the chewing gum and chewed a couple of times, not sure if it was psychological, but she did feel a bit better.

She closed her eyes again but didn’t feel sleepy at all, her voice was low, heavy, with a touch of subtle pain, "George, do you believe he is still alive?"

"Actually, when Stella said those things to me, I knew she was just trying to comfort me. In fact, she thinks the chances of survival are very slim, almost zero."