<h4>Chapter 514: Chapter 514: It’s Time</h4>


    How much content can fit on a single page?


    Very soon, Matthew Saxon finished reading the contents of the paper.


    There was an ashtray on the table, and he crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it in.


    The boss took out a lighter and lit the paper ball, and the white paper was instantly consumed by red mes, quickly turning to ashes.


    "What do you n to do?" the boss puffed out a cloud of white smoke, seeming to ask casually.


    The lighting in the attic wasn’t good.


    Matthew sat in a patch of shadow, and in the thick smoke created by the person across from him, his handsome face became somewhat blurred, his expression revealing no emotion.


    He looked at the ashes in the ashtray.


    Who could have known that on that small piece of paper, so many unexpected secrets were revealed, so many secrets about Maxwell Saxon.


    After a moment.


    Matthew slowly stood up, a chilling sneer emerging from the depths of his narrow phoenix eyes.


    "It’s time."


    --


    Scarlett Yates couldn’t quite tell if it was just her imagination.


    When she returned to work at Saint Mercy, the attitude of her colleagues and other medical staff was very subtle towards her.


    As for how exactly it was subtle, she couldn’t quite articte.


    They would still greet her when they saw her, like long-lost friends.


    But after the greetings, no one would say another word to her.


    She seemed isted, butpared to true istion, it was somehow different.


    When she took the initiative to talk to them, everyone would respond, and quite eagerly at that.


    But if she didn’t initiate the conversation, no one would voluntarily speak to her.


    They avoided her, as if she were something frightening.


    This strange interaction continued until almost the end of the workday, when she went to the bathroom and identally overheard some news, finally bringing the truth to light.


    In the bathroom.


    Just as Scarlett was about to open the stall door, she heard the voices of two women talking outside.


    After all, the bathroom had always been the ce with the most gossip, and it seemed like any woman who came to use it had to gossip a little, or it would feel like a wasted trip.


    So, hearing someone gossiping, Scarlett felt it was quite normal.


    But just as she was about to push the door open, her hand froze on the small door, and she stopped all her movements.


    Just then, she heard her name mentioned by one of the women.


    The voice was highly recognizable, and without even seeing the person, Scarlett already knew who it was.


    It was the most notorious gossip in their department, a woman who, among the hundreds of people in the hospital, had gossiped about ny percent of them.


    "Even though Emmy Thompson isn’t exactly a likable woman, what’s happening to her now is just too tragic," Ms. Gossip sighed, her tone carrying a bit of sympathy. "She used to be so morous, with men lining up to chase after her, proud as a peacock. Now, tsk tsk..."


    "Yeah, I don’t like her either, but I do think what’s happening to her now is too tragic," said Olivia Smith, in a tone just as sympathetic as Ms. Gossip’s.


    "Young Master Saxon is really too much, isn’t he? When Emmy Thompson was fired yesterday, I already thought it was a bit over the top. Butpared to today’s events, just being fired seems like a good oue."