Chapter 1561: Am I Really That Unreliable?

Chapter 1561: Chapter 1561: Am I Really That Unreliable?

"I suppose you wouldn’t want Dad to be like a vegetable, always in a coma, would you?"

"Well, aren’t you a dutiful son? The opportunity is right in front of you. Are you going to choose your family, or your woman?" His smile was full of malice as he spoke, then slowly walked to the side, sat down, and sipped a glass of red wine slowly.

He gently swirled the beautiful purplish-red liquid in the glass, his deep eyes narrowing slightly: "I’ll give you one minute to think about it, and tell me your choice."

Matthew Saxon was already turning around with Scarlett Yates, ready to leave.

His steps paused, and he stopped again.

Scarlett Yates’s heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively raised her head to look at him.

Maxwell Saxon’s condition was very tempting.

If she stayed and Matthew left alone, the poison in Roy Saxon’s body could be removed.

Back then, to obtain the antidote for Roy Saxon, despite knowing the trip to A Country was dangerous, Matthew Saxon went without hesitation.

That trip almost cost him his life.

Even if Matthew Saxon appeared to be not in harmony with Roy Saxon on the surface, Roy Saxon was still the relative he cared most about.

They all knew that although Roy Saxon was now clinging to life, the longer the delay, the smaller the chance of his recovery.

How would Matthew Saxon choose?

Scarlett Yates found herself more eager than Maxwell Saxon to know the answer.

Her heart seemed to be lifted into the air, her nervous palms sweating.

Her feelings were very complicated, and very conflicted.

On one hand, she hoped Matthew Saxon would refuse, and on the other hand, she felt this was an excellent opportunity, hoping he would agree.

Maxwell Saxon, however, observed them leisurely, with a playful smile in his eyes, as if playing a fun game with them.

And he was the one leading this game.

He seemed to enjoy watching people struggle internally, relishing the torment in their dilemmas.

"Go ahead." Without waiting for Matthew Saxon’s decision, Scarlett Yates took a deep breath and let go of his hand, "Uncle Saxon’s health is the most important, I understand."

She knew this was a very difficult choice for Matthew Saxon.

Just as Maxwell Saxon said, one side was his closest person, the other was her, no matter which side he chose, it would be a hurt to the other.

So, this decision should be made by her.

She couldn’t bear to see him in a dilemma.

The hand that was just let go was suddenly held tightly again.

She was stunned, her eyes showing a hint of surprise.

Fingers interlocked, Matthew Saxon held her hand tightly, looking down with a hint of anger in his narrow phoenix eyes, as if very displeased with the words she just said.

"Scarlett Yates, do you think what you just did was so noble?"

"What?"

"Sacrificing yourself to fulfill others, are you moved by yourself?"

"..."

"Who asked you to make decisions for me?"

"..."

"You want me to exchange you for the antidote? Who do you think I am? Am I so unreliable in your eyes?"

"...I didn’t mean that."

"Remember what you promised me? No matter what kind of decision you want to make, you must discuss it with me first. It’s not even a day, and you’ve forgotten?"

Of course she hadn’t forgotten, she remembered very clearly.

But special occasions call for special handling.

She knew, with his pride, even if he desperately wanted the antidote, he looked down on such methods.