Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

Chapter 1180: The Number You Dialed Is Powered Off

His clothes were soaked in blood, and the white shirt he wore underneath had turned blood-red.In the dream, she screamed desperately, wanting to rush to his side, but she was constantly blocked by an invisible barrier. No matter how she charged or kicked, it was all in vain.

All she could do was furiously beat against it, crashing into that barrier between them again and again.

"Matthew Saxon, Matthew Saxon, you can’t die. You promised me you’d be alright."

"Matthew Saxon, don’t die, I’m begging you, don’t die..."

Scarlett Yates was both anxious and heartbroken, feeling as if her heart was being torn apart. She cried and screamed until she woke up sobbing.

She awoke from the dream with a scream.

When she opened her eyes, the room was dimly lit. The last rays of the sunset crept in through the window, casting light on the white windowsill, while the sparrows that had been chirping on the treetops had long flown away.

Scarlett Yates stared motionlessly at the ceiling above her, dazed for several seconds before slowly withdrawing herself from the dream.

Her heart still throbbed faintly, with a lingering sense of pain, and her eyes felt moist with teardrops from her dream crying.

She had just taken a shower before sleeping, and the temperature in Y Country was around 23 degrees, not hot at all, yet she felt sticky all over upon waking.

She was drenched in sweat, and when she wiped her forehead, large beads of sweat were still there.

She had a nightmare again.

Thinking of that dream, Scarlett Yates felt uneasy, and without even turning on the room lights, she hurriedly reached for the phone on the bedside table.

She pressed the phone, and the screen lit up.

Scarlett Yates glanced at the time shown and estimated that Matthew Saxon should have arrived by now.

If there was no delay, he should have reached A Country an hour ago.

She had previously checked A Country’s weather, and that day it was sunny, so the flight shouldn’t be delayed.

But...

Scarlett Yates’s heart was suddenly seized by intense unease, a strong emotion that gripped her tightly and wouldn’t let go.

She turned through the phone repeatedly, scrolling through messages, contacts, WeChat, QQ, every communication method she knew, flipping them more than five times, yet she found no contact from Matthew Saxon.

Not a single message, and he hadn’t called her either.

He had promised her he would reassure her as soon as he landed.

Scarlett knew him well; if he promised her, he would certainly keep that promise.

Could the flight have been delayed?

Scarlett immediately made a call, and soon a gentle female voice responded: "Hello, the number you dialed is currently turned off..."

Hearing this voice, Scarlett Yates felt slightly relieved.

His phone is still in the off mode, so the plane probably hasn’t landed yet.

It must have been delayed.

It’s common for flights not to be on time, and although she had checked the weather forecast, those reports can also be inaccurate. While it was sunny when checked, it might have started raining a few hours later.

She reassured herself with this thought for a while, then turned on the bedside lamp and got out of bed.

She realized she had slept until six thirty, a full five hours, yet felt exceedingly fatigued, more exhausted than before she lay down.