Chapter 1562: What I Hate Most Is Being Threatened

Chapter 1562: Chapter 1562: What I Hate Most Is Being Threatened

Because she knows this, and doesn’t want to put him in a difficult position, she decides for him.

"I don’t need to exchange you for the antidote. If that’s the only way to get it, I won’t accept it." His tone was firm, word by word, clearly telling her.

"But..." Scarlett Yates frowned, biting her lip, "What about Uncle Saxon?"

Could it be that we really have to let him remain in a coma?

Matthew Saxon was silent for a few seconds, his gaze somewhat obscure. After a moment, he spoke softly: "There will be a way, Scarlett, I’ll figure something out. Things haven’t reached the worst point yet; let’s discuss this slowly when we get back."

But what way could there be?

Given the status of the Saxon Family, Roy Saxon has received the best treatment available, yet he remains in a coma.

In this situation, despite not recovering, what other way is there?

The conversation between the two was actually quite quiet, but it seemed Maxwell Saxon heard it. He chuckled lightly, finishing off the remaining red wine in his glass: "Looks like you’re planning to take her with you."

Matthew Saxon looked at him indifferently: "I’ve said, I hate being threatened the most."

"This isn’t a threat; it’s giving you a choice. You’d rather have Dad remain comatose than take her away, Matthew. If Dad knew, how do you think he would react?"

"If it were Dad, he’d support my choice. You know what he hates most."

"Since that’s the case, I have nothing more to say. The opportunity is given, if you don’t want it, then you can’t blame me for being ruthless." Maxwell Saxon spread his hands, seemingly regretful, but a trace of amusement remained in his eyes.

From the very beginning, he knew what Matthew Saxon would choose.

However, even if his final decision was to leave with Scarlett Yates, during this period, his heart would surely be struggling, hesitant, conflicted.

Knowing Matthew well, perhaps after making such a decision, he’d still feel guilty and remorseful.

Making Matthew feel uncomfortable for a period, Maxwell felt much more at ease.

Matthew Saxon sneered, looked at him coldly for a moment, then said nothing more, and holding Scarlett Yates’ hand, turned and left.

Just a couple of steps away, suddenly, over a dozen Blackwear Locale people appeared on the open lawn behind them, dispersing in all directions, surrounding them.

Scarlett Yates’ face subtly changed, she turned around and glared fiercely at Maxwell Saxon.

Matthew Saxon blandly looked at those surrounding them, a trace of contempt and disdain flashing in his eyes, seemingly not considering them a threat.

He paused briefly, his back facing Maxwell Saxon, sneered, "What’s this, trying to stop us?"

Behind him, after a brief silence, Maxwell Saxon finally spoke: "Let them go."

With a command, within seconds, the over dozen Blackwear Locale men retreated quickly.

These people were like shadows, disappearing cleanly in the blink of an eye.

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In the car.

As the car door closed, Scarlett Yates started reprimanding: "Matthew Saxon, you mustn’t do this again in the future; do you know how dangerous it was just now."

"If Maxwell Saxon had any crooked intentions, if he suddenly harbored murderous thoughts, what would have happened?"

"Even if you think of coming over, you should prepare in advance, bring more people; in case something happens, at least you won’t be in a passive situation."

"Although nothing happened this time, it doesn’t mean coming alone is safe."