<h4>Chapter 856: Chapter 856: You’d Better Give Up That Idea</h4>


    Scarlett Yates was silent for a few seconds. Even though her fever-addled mind was a bit confused, her words were clear and deliberate: "I want to see Matthew Saxon."


    She didn’t plea for him to release her, nor did she expect him to release Matthew Saxon.


    She knew well where Maxwell Saxon’s limitsy.


    No matter how important she was, she couldn’t surpass his ambitions.


    For him to let go of Matthew Saxon because of her, that was simply impossible.


    During these three days, on the surface, she seemed carefree, eating well and sleeping soundly, but not a moment passed without her worrying about Matthew Saxon.


    Every night she had the same nightmare, waking up in terror.


    In her dream, Matthew Saxon died at the hands of Maxwell Saxon.


    A bullet pierced his heart, blood everywhere.


    Every night she woke up from such nightmares, and the more she dreamt it, the more it felt like a bad omen.


    She was confined by Maxwell Saxon in this ce, unable to contact the outside world, unable to gather any news, making her more anxious and fearful.


    She had to see Matthew Saxon.


    If she couldn’t confirm his safety, she would eventually be driven mad by these nightly nightmares.


    Scarlett Yates couldn’t see Maxwell Saxon’s face clearly, but she could feel his hands stiffen around her.


    "You want to see Matthew Saxon?" Maxwell Saxon’s face suddenly changed.


    Scarlett Yates struggled to lift her head, squinting her eyes, her voice hoarse beyond belief, yet she managed to speak: "Yes, I want to see him."


    Maxwell Saxon suddenly pushed her away.


    His cool voice carried a hint of anger: "You’re refusing to see a doctor just to force me into agreeing you can see Matthew Saxon?"


    Scarlett Yates had little strength, and when he pushed her, she knocked into the headboard.


    Luckily, she was wearing thick clothing, so she wasn’t hurt badly.


    But Maxwell Saxon immediately regretted it.


    In his anger, he forgot she was still sick.


    Just as he was about to ask if she was hurt, Scarlett Yates spoke again, and he couldn’t hold back his fury.


    "I just want to see him, it’s not an unreasonable request. If you don’t agree, I won’t see a doctor. Even if you cure me this time, I have a thousand ways to make myself sick again." She bit her chapped lips, looking at him stubbornly, as if she were dering war.


    "You want to see him that badly?" Her attitudepletely infuriated Maxwell Saxon.


    He suddenly got up, standing by the bed, looking down at her with chilling eyes: "Then you might as well give up. Do you think I could have kept him alive until now?"


    After speaking, he let out a coldugh and said dismissively: "If you truly want to see him, once I’m done with my affairs, I can take you to visit his grave."


    "What, what did you say?" Scarlett Yates’ heartbeat stopped at that moment.


    Her whole body began to tremble violently.


    "Maxwell Saxon, say it again. What did you do to him?"


    Maxwell Saxon was speaking in anger.


    She was fixated on Matthew Saxon, leaving him frustrated and furious.


    As soon as the words were out, Scarlett Yates’ face changed drastically, her already haggard face turning ashen white.


    Her eyes widened in disbelief as she crawled to the edge of the bed, her trembling hand gripping Maxwell Saxon’s clothes, her colorless lips quivering a few times as she spoke with a sobbing tone: "Maxwell Saxon, you’re lying to me, aren’t you? How could Matthew Saxon possibly be dead? You must be lying to me. There’s no way he could be dead. Tell me, you’re lying to me, aren’t you?"