<h4>Chapter 797: Chapter 797: Betraying the Promise</h4>


    Roy Saxon was clear-headed.


    What Matthew Saxon referred to as "a bit severe" usually meant very severe.


    If the poison he was afflicted with wasn’t very difficult to deal with, he wouldn’t have gone to such lengths as to go abroad.


    Once he left on this trip, whether he could return was still an unknown factor.


    In the first half of his life, from birth until now, he lived smoothly, getting whatever he wanted.


    If he truly was poisoned with something irreversible, undoubtedly, he wasn’t afraid.


    Everyone dies eventually, it’s just a matter of time.


    However, if he truly couldn’t return alive, he had a lingering regret in his heart; he had toplete one thing before he left.


    Matthew Saxon remained silent for a few seconds, nodded before turning around, and replied, "Okay."


    The door was gently closed, leaving only Roy Saxon alone in the expansive luxury hospital room.


    The room was deathly silent, with the only sound being hisbored breathing.


    Roy Saxon struggled to sit up and then opened the cab next to the hospital bed.


    He pulled open the drawer, and inside was his wallet.


    With trembling hands, he painfully took out the wallet and even more painfully opened it to retrieve a photo.


    The photo was small, about two inches, showing a girl with long hair draped over her shoulders, bright-eyed and with charming dimples at the corners of her smile.


    Her face was not very thin, with a bit of baby fat, but not looking chubby, which instead added some cuteness.


    Roy Saxon tightly clutched the photo, his tired eyes showing a hint of tenderness mixed with a bit of sadness as he sighed and said to the girl in the photo, "Little Maya, I owe you, I hurt you, and I cannot repay it in this lifetime; if there is a next life, I certainly won’t let you down again."


    His thoughts returned to the evening more than twenty years ago when the sunset painted half the sky red.


    Outside the dpidated building were parked rows of cars, with tall and strong men dressed in ck and wearing sunsses standing in a line.


    Roy Saxon reluctantly looked at Autumn Spencer standing by the window.


    Autumn Spencer’s eyes were swollen and red, crying like a rabbit, and her watery eyes were also full of reluctance.


    She bit her lip corner and softly, quietly said, "Do you really have to go?"


    He remained silent for a while, sighed deeply, and nodded, "Yes."


    Autumn Spencer’s tears, which were swirling in her eyes, suddenly fell, "Roy, will youe back for meter?"


    He held her hand tightly, his dark eyes showing a determined look, promising word by word, "Little Maya, don’t worry, I wille back for you. I’ll find a way to persuade my father to agree to our marriage."


    Autumn Spencer looked at him for a while, reddened eyes, and threw herself into his arms, "I’ll wait for you, Roy, I’ll keep waiting; you muste back soon."


    However, he didn’t expect that when he left, the next time he saw Autumn Spencer, he was already married.


    He couldn’t keep their promise, forced by family pressure and various threats, he ultimately married Naomi Dou.


    No matter how much helpless bitterness he had, he let her down.


    A month after he married Naomi Dou, Autumn Spencer also got married.


    He and Autumn Spencer, deeply in love with each other, ultimately ended up separated by life and death; if he had been a bit more steadfast and brave then, many tragedies could have been avoided.


    Whether it was Autumn Spencer or Naomi Dou, the deaths of these two women were a lifelong pain for him.