<h4>Chapter 809: Chapter 809: The Situation Isn’t Looking Good</h4>


    He obviously knew the reason, yet he still deliberately asked.


    "The rent there is too expensive, I want to find a cheaper ce," Scarlett Yates quickly thought of a reason and said without changing her expression.


    "Oh? I remember that Benevolent Heart Hospital provides reimbursement," Matthew Saxon’s slender and beautiful fingers held a crystal ss, it was hard to tell whether the crystal ss made his fingers look prettier, or his hand made the crystal ss look more elegant.


    "The ce I live now is very close to the hospital, much more convenient for work."


    She didn’t understand what exactly he wanted to find out.


    He knew the reason but pretended to understand nothing.


    Is this fun?


    "Oh, so that’s it." Matthew Saxon nodded as if suddenly realizing, took another sip of wine, and tapped the ss lightly with his fingers, his nails like lustrous jade reflecting a soft light under themp.


    His posture of drinking red wine was very elegant, very charming.


    Taking small sips, when drinking, his long phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze was very alluring.


    That expression, that look, when he looked at you, made you feel he was not tasting the wine, but tasting the person he was looking at.


    Scarlett Yates felt this way now.


    Flustered by Matthew Saxon’s gaze, her face flushed, she lowered her head and picked up a water ss from the table, drinking a few gulps of ice water until the heat on her face subsided a bit.


    She slowly calmed down, waited for her heartbeat to return to normal, and then raised her head to meet Matthew Saxon’s ambiguous gaze, "How is Uncle Saxon now?"


    She knew from the news that Roy Saxon had gone abroad.


    On the very day she met Roy Saxon, he took a special flight to Y Country.


    Although Seymour publicly imed that Roy Saxon went abroad for rest and vacation, rumors continued to swirl, specting whether Roy Saxon had some incurable disease.


    The next day, Seymour’s stock index fell by 0.16%.


    Although this amount was not much for Seymour, it showed that Roy Saxon’s departure had a certain impact.


    Due to the absence of confirmed information, even with the rumors, Seymour’s stock price gradually bounced back after dipping for two days.


    "Dad’s condition isn’t good." Mentioning this matter, Matthew Saxon’s eyes dimmed, and he drank the remaining wine in the ss in one go.


    This news wasn’t good at all.


    Scarlett Yates’s heart sank too.


    She knew the doctor treating Roy Saxon was quite remarkable, and if even that doctor couldn’t do anything, then...


    "Has the toxin in Uncle Saxon’s body been identified? Can it be treated?"


    "The chance ofplete recovery is less than thirty percent." Remembering the doctor’s words, Matthew Saxon felt very weighed down.


    The toxin in Roy Saxon’s body wasplex, consuming many of his organs over time, leaving only one treatment method which might seed but carried huge risks.


    To agree to the treatment would mean bearing great risk.


    There were two possible oues for the treatment: one was to eliminate the toxin and slowly regain health.


    The other was that the patient might die during the treatment process.


    No matter which oue, there’s really no choice; without treatment, death is inevitable sooner orter, with treatment, at least there’s a chance to survive.


    Thus, Roy Saxon now had one foot in the grave, whether he coulde back depended on his luck.


    "How could this happen?" Scarlett Yates felt very sad.