<h4>Chapter 161: Chapter 161: Don’t Be Too Greedy</h4>


    "Henry, don’t be too greedy. Since you’ve chosen to marry into the Wood n, don’t provoke the woman you’ve already hurt again."


    Henry felt as if he’d been struck by lightning, his face turning pale.


    He couldn’t find a single word to refute.


    "As far as I know, Young Master Dales, you came this time specifically topete for the newly developed resort. Unfortunately, Seymour is also very interested in this project. Instead of focusing on things you shouldn’t be involved in, you should think carefully about how to sessfullynd that piece ofnd."


    "Everyone says you’re a very capable person, Young Master Dales. I like strong opponents the most. Don’t let me down."


    Matthew finished speaking, letting out a few meaningful, coldughs, then pushed aside the now-petrified Henry and carried Scarlett away into the distance.


    The night wind was very cool.


    Cold wind buffeted Henry’s pale, handsome face.


    "You didn’t stand up for her, allowing her to be humiliated, watched, and ridiculed..."


    "Henry, don’t be too greedy..."


    "The one who should let go is you..."


    These words echoed repeatedly in his ears, each one stabbing into his heart like a sharp knife.


    The knife went in, piercing his heart, leaving it bloody.


    Do you hurt?


    A bitter smile appeared at his lips as he slowly pressed a hand to his chest.


    Suddenly, a violent pain swept over him, his face turning ghostly white as he clutched his chest and slowly crouched down.


    "Scarlett, I’m sorry." His bloodless lips moved silently, as he looked in the direction where no one was left.


    There was nothing left there, only the blurry shadows of trees swaying in the cold moonlight.


    She couldn’t hear his apology, and even if she could, she’d likely scorn it.


    The harm he had caused her could not be undone with a mere apology.


    "Young Master." His assistant, who hade with Henry to Z Country, stepped out from the darkness.


    The assistant was around forty years old, ordinary in appearance, but with sharp, eagle-like ck eyes.


    The assistant sighed, "Young Master, you shouldn’t be having an episode at this time, why has ite so early."


    As he spoke, he took out the medicine he carried with him from his bag.


    He poured out a few pills and handed them over. Henry received them with trembling hands, his palm damp with cold sweat, the pills coated in sticky moisture.


    Tipping his head back, he swallowed all the pills, panting heavily for a moment before hisplexion began to improve.


    His handsome face, usually as graceful as jade, was now covered in sweat, dripping messily from his forehead.


    In this moment, he was no longer the elegant and noble young master akin to a prince, his pale face, disrupted breathing, frail demeanor, and sweat-covered head and face looked utterly disheveled.


    The assistant stood by silently watching, not helping him, just waiting patiently.


    A momentter, Henry gradually returned to normal.


    The pain just now seemed to have drained most of his energy. It took him a great effort to slowly, arduously stand up.


    Only then did the assistant step forward, pausing for a moment before indifferently saying, "Young Master, is that junior of yours very important to you?"


    Without waiting for Henry to answer, he continued self-questioningly, "The Young Master should be well aware that even if she’s the one you like, under the current circumstances, you two cannot be together. Although the Saxon Family’s second young master is unlearned and behaves outrageously, he did say one thing correctly just now."