<h4>Chapter 553: Chapter 553: No Need for Your Fake Kindness</h4>


    When stepping out of the restaurant, it unexpectedly started raining outside.


    The pattering rain quickly wetted the dry pavement.


    Raindrops as big as beans sshed into tiny water flowers on the ground, while people on the streets held bags over their heads to avoid the rain, hurriedly rushing to storefronts where they could wait for the rain to stop.


    Others walked indifferently in the rain with wet clothes and hair, not nning to take shelter.


    The neon lights on the streets lit up, casting colorful hues and adding a touch of warmth to the dim and wet evening.


    Scarlett Yates walked out of the revolving ss door with an unpleasant look on her face.


    It was as if the visit to the restaurant had drained the blood from her body; her face was frighteningly pale, her wide, lifeless eyes nkly staring in a direction.


    She was only wearing a short sleeve shirt.


    When she had arrived, she hadn’t felt cold, but now it was raining, and the humid air swept over, carrying a chill that sent goosebumps rising on her exposed skin.


    A coat with hints of warmth and cedar scent was draped around her shoulders.


    Maxwell Saxon saw her shivering with her arms wrapped around herself and took off his own jacket.


    His gaze wasplex as he looked at Scarlett Yates’ paper-whiteplexion, and for a moment, regret flickered within him.


    But it was only a fleeting moment; as the thought of regret shed through his mind, the trace of pity in his eyes vanished simultaneously.


    There’s nothing to regret.


    What’s done is done, and there can be no regrets.


    If not for oneself, the heavens will punish you; what he did was only to make his n foolproof.


    Only by ending her hopes and making her understand that she and Matthew could never be together, he could truly let go.


    "Don’t pretend to be kind," Scarlett Yates threw his expensive suit back to him, touched the tearstains at the corner of her eye, turned back, ring at him viciously, "Maxwell Saxon, you’re despicable enough to betray your own father for your goals. Someone like you is really terrifying."


    Maxwell Saxon caught the suit she had thrown back, was silent for a few seconds, and said with a faint smile, "I’m just telling you the truth."


    "Scarlett, your emotions are so intense because you’re scared, aren’t you?"


    "Because once you know these truths, it means you’ll lose something you care deeply about."


    "Maxwell Saxon, why did you tell me these things?" Scarlett Yates’ tears that had just stopped welled up again, "Why? I’d rather not know anything. Why do you have to be so cruel?"


    His eyes flickered, and his hand almost reached out, but thinking she must hate him to the core now, he quietly drew his hand back and stood still.


    "Sorry." There were many things he wanted to say to her, but at the tip of his tongue, only these two words remained.


    "You seeded, Maxwell Saxon." Scarlett Yates wiped the tears at the corner of her eyes,ughed coldly at him, "You painstakingly discovered the truth, made me understand the real reason for my parents’ death. You did me such a big favor, yet I won’t thank you."


    "All the men in the Saxon Family are so deceitful. Truly, birds of a feather flock together. Maxwell Saxon, you’ve sessfully made me understand one thing."


    Maxwell Saxon looked at her quietly, his gaze calm, with not a hint of fluctuation.


    Scarlett Yates said coldly, word by word, "Not only should I distance myself from Matthew and Roy, but from you as well. Every single person in the Saxon Family is someone I should be far away from."