<h4>Chapter 841: Chapter 841: How Can You Be So Cruel!</h4>


    He curled his lips into a gentle smile, his voice equally gentle: "Mercy towards the enemy is cruelty towards oneself. If I’m not harsh on him, he will be harsh on me. Given the choice, what do you think I should pick?"


    "Scarlett, I had no choice, pushed to this point today, it’s not what I wanted."


    "Actually, I never thought about contending with him. As long as he wasn’t so aggressive, we could all coexist peacefully. But his actions clearly don’t align with that."


    "Maxwell Saxon, how can you be so ruthless!"


    Scarlett tightened her lips, looking at him as if he were a stranger: "How can you me your ambition entirely on being forced by others? For your goals, you’re willing to strike even against your own father and brother. How can you be so terrifying? Yes, I admit Uncle Saxon is a bit biased, but just because he’s biased, does that justify killing him?"


    "You found out?" Mentioning Roy Saxon’s poisoning, Maxwell froze for a moment, his smile lingering on his lips for a few seconds before curling into a smile again, "I never intended for him to die; it was his own weak body that led to such severe consequences."


    Suddenly, Scarlett felt the man in front of her seemed so unfamiliar.


    Unfamiliar to the point of being frightening.


    He could still smile while discussing such morally reprehensible matters.


    His demeanor, his tone, were as if he were discussing an ordinary trivial matter, yet what he had done was heinous.


    She truly didn’t understand.


    Even if Roy Saxon was biased, not treating him as well as Matthew Saxon, the life he and May Denton had in the Saxon Family wasn’t bad at all.


    Roy Saxon may not have been a qualified father, but he hadn’t done anything despicable enough to warrant being poisoned by his own son.


    "How can you say that?" Scarlett asked incredulously, "Maxwell Saxon, how could you be such a terrifying person? Don’t you feel any guilt? Is Seymour really so important to you, important enough for you to disregard familial ties?"


    She didn’t understand the man’s ambition.


    But if so-called ambition means achieving one’s goals at any cost, including sacrificing one’s family, then such ambition is incredibly terrifying.


    She never wants to encounter a man with such terrifying ambition in her lifetime.


    She began to doubt that the Maxwell Saxon who saved her repeatedly, who cooked for her in the middle of the night, who sent her flowers every day with warm words on the card, ever existed; perhaps it was only a hallucination.


    How could someone so gentle and considerate suddenly be so ruthless?


    "Scarlett, don’t be afraid, no matter how I treat others, I will never harm you." Faced with Scarlett’s angry questioning and usations, Maxwell’s expression remained gentle as he softly smiled, "Whether you think I’m terrifying or heartless, I don’t want to exin further. Over time, you will slowly understand why I had to do this; I had no choice."


    "I’ve endured for so many years, just to wait for this day. Do you know how difficult and painful it has been to endure?"


    "The feeling of giving but not receiving the due reward, do you know how unwilling it makes one?"


    His smile grew increasingly gentle, and his eyes bore a hint of a smile, yet Scarlett found Maxwell in this form terrifying.


    He hated Matthew Saxon, and he hated Roy Saxon too.