Chapter 1565: I’m Sorry, It’s My Fault

Chapter 1565: Chapter 1565: I’m Sorry, It’s My Fault

She thought about it and realized she hadn’t actually confirmed the matter.

From start to finish, there was only Maxwell Saxon’s word, and she hadn’t doubted the truth of his statement at all.

Matthew Saxon snorted coldly, "He didn’t exactly lie to you. He did plant informants in the hospital, but do you think the Saxon Family is so incompetent that they’d let someone infiltrate their territory so easily?"

Scarlett Yates froze again for a few seconds.

Indeed, one of the major shareholders behind Saint Mercy Hospital is the Saxon Family, so speaking of it, it really is the Saxon Family’s territory.

So when Maxwell Saxon planted informants, had it already been discovered?

So... she didn’t need to meet Maxwell Saxon for Matthew Saxon’s safety at all?

"I’ve repeatedly told you to discuss everything with me, not to make decisions on your own. You agreed, but have you kept that promise?" He was still angry, with furrowed brows and a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

She... hadn’t.

Scarlett Yates initially felt wronged, but after being shouted at by him, she felt a bit guilty.

Her eyes flickered twice, lacking confidence, and after being glared at by him for a while, she felt in the wrong and gradually lowered her head.

The bottle of mineral water in her hand was squeezed, forming a dent. She fiddled with the bottle, and before long, it was completely deformed.

She kept her head lowered, biting her lower lip, with her gaze fixed on her shoetops, as if something interesting was there.

She really looked like a bullied little wife in her current state.

Faced with such a her, Matthew Saxon, no matter how angry he was, couldn’t express it.

If he continued to be angry, it would genuinely seem like he was bullying her.

"Are you feeling a little better now?" His heart softened, he sighed lightly, and when he spoke again, his tone was much gentler.

"Mm." Scarlett Yates still kept her head lowered, like an ostrich, wishing she could bury her head in the sand completely.

"Then let’s get in the car." Matthew Saxon reached out his hand, regardless of whether she agreed or not, held her hand in his palm, then turned and guided her back.

Scarlett Yates obediently let him hold her hand and obediently got back into the car with him.

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After getting in the car.

Matthew Saxon still hadn’t let go of her hand.

Scarlett Yates felt that his hand was cold, very cold. Although he was dressed warmly, his hands were still as cold as if they’d been fished out of icy water.

She suddenly realized that he should be considered a patient now.

There’s a scary virus still roaming inside his body.

This is the time when he needs care and concern, but she had just been arguing with him.

Being able to secretly leave the hospital to find her under such circumstances—wasn’t that because he was worried about her?

All in all, he’s just worried about her.

If he didn’t care about her, he wouldn’t need to worry about who she was meeting.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt it was her fault, and the more she felt guilty.

She tightly clasped Matthew Saxon’s hand, bit her lip hard, and before he could speak, she apologized first, "I’m sorry."

Matthew Saxon was taken aback. He was leaning over to buckle her seatbelt when he heard her apology.

Scarlett Yates took a deep breath, slightly turned her head, looked straight into his eyes, and softly said, "I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have hidden from you to meet Maxwell Saxon."

Her voice was very soft, very low, but very clear.