Whatever, he should let her deal with it herself.
The woman he loved was definitely capable of handling her own matters.
Although he didn't want her to wear herself out, he knew Minerva could be very stubborn. If he were to force her, she would do the opposite of what he wanted.
Therefore, if Maddox wanted to help her ease her burden, he could only do it behind her back.
After getting into the car, Minerva put on her seatbelt and fell into silence.
Although she kept finding excuses for herself, she was still haunted by Sylvia's incident the entire afternoon.
One shouldn't make someone else suffer for their mistakes.
If the person involved had not been Sylvia, Minerva would have found the girl to be incredibly pitiful as it was not her debts but her father who had made the mistakes.
Although Sylvia was the one who had tricked the man into paying her debts but to her, there was no better solution. She could only make use of her own body.
The image of Sylvia getting tortured by multiple men flashed in Minerva's mind and she felt a headache at the back of her head.
All of a sudden, she had trouble breathing.
The car stopped at the side of the road then a hand reached out and covered her forehead. "Are you okay?"
The hand was wide and warm as if it had pulled her out of the darkness and back into the light.
Minerva suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed his hand as hard as she could as if her life depended on it.
"Maddox!"
She called out Maddox's name and turned to look at him.
He was looking at her worriedly. His dark eyes were filled with concern and anxiety, nothing else.
Minerva did not know what she was thinking at this moment. But she blurted out as if her brain was not in control of her mouth.
"I want to see Sam."
Maddox's eyes narrowed. After a while, he moved his hand and gently stroked her face.
"All right."
He guessed that something had happened but if she wasn't willing to tell, he wasn't going to force her either.
Now that she had voiced out to him, Maddox had no choice but to agree to her request.
He turned the car around. Then, he called Sam and asked where he was.
Sam was dealing with Sylvia at the moment. Minerva told him not to tell Maddox about it, so he was extra cautious. Yet, Maddox was calling him to ask about his whereabouts all of a sudden.
As soon as he heard Maddox's request, he knew that something was wrong.
Sam dared not lie to Maddox openly so he faltered. "Young... Young Master Yardley, I am dealing with a private matter right now."
"Private matter?" Maddox raised his eyebrows and asked coldly. "What is it? Why are you so hesitant?"
"Young Master Yardley, I'm afraid that..." Sam mumbled.
"Report your location to me right now."
"Young Master Yardley," Sam felt cornered.
"Sam, since when... have you started hiding things from me?"
"Young Master Yardley, Young Madam.
Sam came up to them. He initially hadn't intended to bring Sylvia to the mental hospital because she was just some crazy person and she had harmed Young Madam in the past. He wanted to take her somewhere and let someone watch over her every move for some time. Then, they would let her go as long as they were sure she wasn't faking her illness and she didn't have any other bad intentions towards Young Madam.
However, the conversation with Young Madam in the afternoon changed Sam's mind. Young Madam was a particularly kind person. Even if Sylvia was her rival, she had suffered enough hardship.
Although he did not intend to help her, he thought he should at least bring her here.
"Sam, how is she?"
"Young Madam, she's inside. She was throwing a fit earlier and the doctors had no choice but to give her a sedative. She's asleep right now."
Minerva bit her lower lip lightly. "She's asleep? Then can we go take a look at her?"
Hearing this, Sam hesitated for a moment before discussing with the people inside. After that, he came back and said, "You can have a look, but you should do it from the outside in case she wakes up all of a sudden and tries to hurt you." "Okay, thank you."
Minerva walked in quickly. Naturally, Maddox was worried about letting her go in alone, so he followed her.
As he walked past Sam, he complimented him.
"Well done."
His voice drifted into his ears. His tone was light but the words were sharp like a knife.
Sam subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Young Master Yardley was actually praising him for doing a good job?
Why didn't it sound like a compliment? Was he purposely being sarcastic? Had he offended Young Master Yardley badly in actuality?
All of a sudden, Sam's emotions were thrown into turmoil. But he quickly followed behind them regardless.
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