<h4>Chapter 857: Chapter 857: How Could You Be So Cruel</h4>


    The fever sapped all the strength from her body; she couldn’t even walk, yet the hand clutching Maxwell Saxon’s sleeve held on with surprising force.


    Maxwell looked down at her bloodless, pale face, jealousy and anger simultaneously surging within him, burning away his remaining sense of reason.


    A cruel smirk formed on his lips, his gaze heavy with rage stabbing coldly into her pale face, like someone possessed by the Devil’s Realm, his expression menacingly grim: "There’s no point hiding it from you any longer. On the day you left, I dealt with him. Considering our brotherly bond, his passing wasn’t too painful."


    Matthew Saxon is dead?


    Is Matthew Saxon really dead?


    In an instant, it felt like a knife had been viciously thrust into her chest, making it impossible for her to breathe.


    "Maxwell Saxon, how could you be so ruthless? He was your own brother." A metallic taste surged up to her throat. Scarlett Yates’ hand loosened, and her pale face fell back onto the bed.


    She remembered that nightly nightmare where Matthew Saxony on the ground, covered in blood, his chest pierced by bullets continuously bleeding.


    Blood rapidly drained from his body, staining the ground red where hey.


    Hey motionless in the pool of blood, devoid of breath, eyes tightly shut...


    She knelt beside him, crying his name, trying to plug the bullet hole in his chest with her hand, but the blood wouldn’t stop seeping through her fingers.


    So much blood...


    At first, it was warm, but over time, the blood, still carrying the warmth of his body, turned cold, and the hands covered in it became icy cold too.


    Every night, she would wake up crying from the nightmare, and the first thing she’d do upon waking was check her hands.


    The dream felt too real; even after being startled awake, it took her a minute or two to fully escape its grasp, after which she dared not sleep again.


    She was terrified that everything in the dream would be reality.


    Only after having these nightmares for several nights did she realize how scared she was of Matthew Saxon leaving her.


    Everyone says dreams are illusions, and most dreams are the opposite of reality.


    For example, dreaming of death means life.


    Sheforted herself repeatedly with such words, telling herself over and over again that someone as smart as Matthew Saxon would never easily fall into danger. If he ended up in Maxwell Saxon’s hands, it must have been part of his n all along.


    She had to trust him.


    He had promised her the wedding would take ce as nned. If he wasn’t confident he could escape danger, how could he have spoken so convincingly?


    But now, reality had brutally overturned her assumptions.


    In such a cruel and heartless manner.


    "My own brother?" Maxwell Saxon repeated the words, a look of disdain and ridicule in his eyes. Suddenly, he bent down to her ear, his cold breath brushing her ear as he whispered with a sneer: "At this point, I might as well tell you something else..."


    His voice grew softer and softer.


    By the time he finished thest word, Scarlett Yates was already in shock.


    Maxwell was satisfied with her reaction, smirking as he gently and meticulously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear: "So, do you think I had any reason to keep him around?"


    Scarlett Yates stared at him nkly, motionless.