<h4>Chapter 849: Chapter 849: Convinced She’s Mentally Ill</h4>


    Alice Green copsed onto the sofa, face in hands, crying, "Matthew Saxon, I love you. For you, I can give up everything. But why must you push me to someone else?"


    "I didn’t want to do these things either. You were the one who didn’t want me first, you forced me to do this."


    Listening to the heart-wrenching sobs behind him, Matthew Saxon didn’t turn around nor did he say another word.


    Alice Green had nothing to do with him anymore.


    Everyone has to pay the price for their actions. Now, Alice Green was no longer someone Matthew pitied.


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    Scarlett Yates had been confined for three days.


    During these three days, Maxwell Saxon had note by.


    Seymour was about to change hands, and he was undoubtedly swamped. How could he have time for romance?


    The sea breeze blew coolly on her face, and after a while, her skin became dry from the wind.


    "Miss Yates, you need to be careful with your health. Why are you wearing so little? The wind is strong by the sea; what if you catch a cold?" Suddenly feeling warmth on her back, Sister-inw Chapman rushed over, wrapping a shawl around her.


    She wrapped Scarlett tightly, covering half of her body: "Miss Yates, let’s go back. You’ve been here for over an hour. The kitchen just finished cooking bird’s nest soup. I had someone cool a bowl for you. It’s just right for you to have now."


    For the past few days, Scarlett Yates continued to eat her three meals a day.


    Especially when Uncle Thompson was around, Scarlett’s appetite was particrly good.


    Every time this happened, Uncle Thompson would be so angered by her, but he couldn’t really do anything, at most just muttering a few words.


    But his words would go in one of Scarlett’s ears and out the other; she acted like she didn’t care at all.


    Seeing that she wouldn’t take it seriously, Uncle Thompson only became angrier.


    The conversation between the two was as follows.


    Uncle Thompson: "Miss Yates, the Young Master might like you now, but that’s only because the novelty hasn’t worn off. Don’t think you have himpletely under control."


    Scarlett Yates: "Oh."


    "The Young Master has been busy with thepanytely, and hasn’t had time to visit you. Once things settle down, he’ll still have plenty on his te. A few busy months, and I bet he’ll quickly forget about you."


    "Oh."


    "Even if the Young Master really does like you, and the noveltysts a year or so, he won’t marry you. He’ll end up picking a prestigiousdy from a matching background as a wife, beneficial for thepany and status. As for you, Miss Yates, liking you is one thing, but with such a disparity in status, at most, you’d be kept as a secret lover."


    "Oh."


    "So, you shouldn’t be wishful. Don’t think just because the Young Master likes you, you can do whatever you want."


    "Oh."


    After this kind of exchange for a few minutes, Uncle Thompson would leave in frustration, then Sister-inw Chapman woulde and advise her, saying how Uncle Thompson was highly valued by Maxwell Saxon and that provoking him wasn’t in her favor.


    At this point, Scarlett Yates would look at her with innocent eyes, and in an especially innocent tone say, "Sister-inw Chapman, is Uncle Thompson really, really angry?"


    Sister-inw Chapman would say, "How could he not be angry? His face is ck."


    Then Scarlett would continue to look at her innocently, and with a cheeky smile say, "Oh, good. I just wanted to upset him."


    After this, Sister-inw Chapman became convinced there was something wrong with her, and stopped trying to persuade her altogether.