<h4>Chapter 679: Chapter 679: Do Not Notify Him</h4>


    These slippers are clearly unwearable.


    Maxwell Saxon was silent for a few seconds, took off his shoes, didn’t put on slippers, and carried Scarlett Yates straight to the living room.


    Luckily, Ang cleans the house daily, so walking barefoot won’t make it dirty.


    After cing Scarlett Yates on the sofa, Ang sneakily followed over and paused in shock seeing Scarlett Yates’ swollen ankle that resembled a radish, eximing, "Scarlett, what happened to your foot? How did it swell up like this?"


    "It’s nothing, just twisted it a bit." Scarlett Yates didn’t mention the near incident of being assaulted.


    "Is it serious?"


    "It’s fine, the doctor said just to rest at home for a few days." Scarlett Yates said, furrowing her brows and sighing.


    She had just started working at the hospital, and now she needs to take leave again.


    Moreover, she can’t walk, and for these few days, she’s mostly like a disabled person, needing Ang’s help for everything, although Ang has been taking care of her, Scarlett Yates still feels she’s causing her quite a bit of trouble.


    "Scarlett, what’s really happening?"


    Ang tossed the removed face mask into the trash, pped her face with her hands, making her already milk-white face turn red, then stopped, her brows furrowed with confusion: "Weren’t you having dinner with Matthew Saxon? Why did you separate from him?"


    She bit her lip, tapped a slender, fair finger like a green onion on her lip, tilted her head to look at Scarlett Yates: "That guy came here an hour ago, he seemed quite anxious, I told him you weren’t here, but he didn’t believe me, searched everywhere but couldn’t find you, and then left hurriedly, asking me to call him as soon as you returned."


    "Did you... have some misunderstanding?" Ang spected, ncing at Maxwell Saxon with even deeper confusion.


    Upon hearing Matthew Saxon mentioned, Scarlett Yates’ expression turned unpleasant.


    Seeing Ang dialing the phone, her face grew darker, "Don’t notify him, Ang, unless necessary, don’t mention him in front of me, I don’t want to hear anything rted to him anymore."


    Ang was stunned: "So you really had a fight."


    Scarlett Yates remained silent.


    Which was as good as admitting.


    Ang bit her lip and suddenly realized: "I get it. No wonder he was so panicked looking for you, saying you called him, he heard a man’s voice on the other side, then your call got disconnected, he was worried you were in danger, and when he called back your phone was already off."


    At South Lake, in her emergency, the call she dialed actually went to Matthew Saxon?


    After hearing Ang’s words, Scarlett Yates’ expression worsened.


    At that time, her mind was nk.


    When dialing, all she thought about was calling someone reliable, someone who coulde to rescue her.


    In such a crucial moment, she didn’t think about who she was actually calling.


    Only now realizing, she dialed Matthew Saxon.


    What does this imply? The first person she thought of in danger was him?


    She cannot ept such a reality; to her, Matthew Saxon is an utterly hateful bastard.


    She would never forgive him in this lifetime, nor does she wish to see him again, how could she still think he’s reliable.


    "I’m fine, Ang, I don’t want to see him now, don’t tell him I’ve returned, I’m asking you." Scarlett Yates looked up with eyes conveying deep exhaustion and disappointment.