Chapter 1397: She Really Has Quite a Temper

Chapter 1397: Chapter 1397: She Really Has Quite a Temper

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On the other side, after Scarlett Yates hung up the phone, she still sat in the corner of the wall, not returning as she had said she would.

She agreed to Knox Simmons only to put his mind at ease.

She had already left the Saxon Family, how could she possibly put down her pride and dignity to knock on their door again?

How would Matthew Saxon see her?

With ridicule, contempt, disdain?

The thought of his disdainful and contemptuous gaze felt like a knife stabbing her heart.

His coldness and harm were even colder and sharper than the snow outside.

Even if her whole body was now numb with cold, it was still better than his cold gaze and hurtful words.

What pain could be more profound than the pain of the heart?

What injury could be heavier than the wound of the heart?

Matthew Saxon didn’t lay a hand on her, but those words that cut like knives had no difference from him personally stabbing her.

It’s just that the former injury is invisible, unseen.

She calculated the time.

From the Simmons Family to the Saxon Family, at a normal speed, it would take about an hour. Now that it was snowing, the car would definitely be slower, estimating around an hour and a half.

An hour and a half, she could endure it, she had endured Matthew Saxon’s hidden attacks, what else couldn’t she endure now?

The weather was getting colder.

After a while, Scarlett Yates felt unbearably cold, so she opened her suitcase, trembling as she took out a piece of clothing to wrap herself in.

After a moment of warmth, she was still surrounded by the biting cold.

She shrank her body even tighter.

In the pitch-black corner, her incessant trembling was all seen by the person Matthew Saxon had sent to follow her.

The person thought for a moment, then immediately called Matthew Saxon.

The phone rang less than once, Matthew Saxon answered.

"Speak, how is she?"

"Young Master... the Young Madam’s condition is still very safe, but..."

"But what?"

The person paused for a moment, with a touch of sympathy in their voice: "I see the Young Madam shivering from the cold. Young Master, perhaps I could persuade the Young Madam, or have someone drive her?"

Matthew Saxon was silent for a moment, after a moment of heartache, more anger surged, and he coldly sneered: "She’s so cold but refuses to lower her head, truly quite stubborn."

"Young Master, so what do you mean..."

"Since she has such a temper, just ignore her, keep watching her."

The reporter hesitated, not yet hanging up, silent for a while, hesitantly saying: "Young Master... if this continues... the Young Madam will really be frozen, it’s too cold outside, otherwise... can I bring a blanket for the Young Madam?"

This way, it would be somewhat better.

Since the Young Master told him to keep an eye on her and ensure the Young Madam’s safety was not compromised, it meant he still cared about her.

If it were truly out of spite that he disregarded her, and she ended up suffering from cold, wouldn’t he regret it later?

"When did you learn to meddle in such things?" Matthew Saxon’s voice suddenly turned cold, the thick displeasure in his icy tone evident, "If you’re so sympathetic to her, you can go out and keep her company, but if you go, don’t bother coming back."

"Young Master, it was presumptuous of me."

"Do your job, don’t meddle in what’s not your business, I don’t want to repeat this." With that, Matthew Saxon hung up the phone.