Chapter 1560: Alright, I’ll Take You Away

Chapter 1560: Chapter 1560: Alright, I’ll Take You Away

He’d always felt that fate was unfair.

So many things he’d racked his brains and tried every possible way to get, another man could obtain with ease.

If this was destined to be his fate, he would never accept it; even if it meant going against the heavens, he would find a way to snatch everything he wanted.

"Matthew, either you shoot me dead right now, or you’re going to miss this once-in-a-lifetime chance. If you don’t plan on killing me, then put the gun in your hand down. I don’t like having someone point a gun at my head all the time." Matthew Saxon was certain Maxwell Saxon wouldn’t kill him; likewise, Maxwell Saxon also knew Matthew Saxon wouldn’t really pull the trigger.

"You think I don’t dare?" Matthew Saxon’s face was cold as he rammed the muzzle against his forehead and pressed it in harder.

"You won’t." Maxwell Saxon looked at him calmly, smiled, and said, "If you had nothing tying you down, I’d believe you would. But now—can you really afford to die?"

He cast a meaningful glance at Scarlett Yates.

Matthew Saxon’s expression grew even uglier, a cold light flashing in his eyes as he stared at him with a chilling gaze.

He didn’t move, the gun still pressed against Maxwell Saxon’s forehead.

The few bodyguards surrounding him and Scarlett Yates also remained motionless, four guns all trained squarely on him.

The situation was at a temporary stalemate.

The scene seemed to freeze in place.

A moment later, Matthew Saxon’s face remained cold as he slowly moved the gun away from Maxwell Saxon’s forehead.

It was as if Maxwell Saxon had known he would do this all along. He curled his lips in a faint smile, glanced at the bodyguards, and instructed coolly, "Put away what’s in your hands and all of you, leave."

After the bodyguards holstered their guns and turned to retreat back to their posts, Scarlett Yates finally let out a breath. The instant her whole body relaxed from its taut state, she went completely limp and soft.

If Matthew Saxon weren’t holding her in his arms, she figured she would have collapsed to the ground.

Her legs were weak; she couldn’t even stand steady.

Just now, in that brief moment, she had truly been terrified.

She was so, so afraid Matthew Saxon would act on impulse, and she also knew he hated being threatened more than anything.

Fortunately, the thing she’d feared most hadn’t happened. For the moment, things still looked relatively calm.

She just wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible, right now, this instant, leave this place.

"Matthew Saxon, let’s go. I don’t want to stay here." What worried her even more was his health.

He hadn’t yet reached the point where he could be discharged, but he’d left the hospital on his own. She had no idea how badly this might affect his body.

He’d been holding her in his arms for so long, yet she still couldn’t feel any warmth from his body.

"All right, I’ll take you out of here."

Matthew Saxon lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead, then lifted his ice-cold eyes, devoid of any warmth, to look at Maxwell Saxon. "Next time you fall into my hands, I’ll kill you."

"My dear little brother, do you regret sparing my life back then?" Maxwell Saxon suddenly burst out laughing. After laughing for a while, he stopped. "Unfortunately, there’s no such thing as a regret pill in this world. Some chances, once missed, will never come again."

Matthew Saxon’s lips curved in a smile. "Yeah? Don’t speak too soon."

"The one who needs to pray for his own good fortune now is you, not me," Maxwell Saxon said with full confidence.

His meaningful gaze lingered on Scarlett Yates for a moment, then he suddenly drew a subtle, loaded smile. "For the sake of the brotherhood we shared for those years, I’ll give you a choice. If you leave Scarlett here and walk out alone, I can have someone help Dad clear the poison from his system. He’ll wake up very soon."