<h4>Chapter 858: Chapter 858: Get Out, I Don’t Want to See You</h4>


    She just stared at Maxwell Saxon for a while without blinking, tears silently dropping onto her cheeks, and whispered with a trembling voice, "Maxwell Saxon, you’re truly heartless."


    After speaking, she suddenly coughed several times.


    Each time she coughed, arge amount of blood flowed from the corner of her lips.


    The bright red blood was stark against her deathly pale face, the contrast exceptionally intense.


    Maxwell Saxon’s expression suddenly changed, "Scarlett!"


    Scarlett Yates kept coughing, her vision went ck, losing all consciousness, her body softly copsed.


    With a bang.


    The door was kicked open forcefully.


    Everyone watched their usuallyposed Young Master rush out in panic holding Miss Yates.


    The person in his arms was deathly pale and motionless, and he didn’t look much better himself.


    Those typically deep and calm eyes showed an unmistakable fear for the first time.


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    Scarlett Yates had that nightmare again, with Matthew Saxon lying in a pool of blood, while she cried and shouted his name, but he had no reaction at all.


    Her hands and body were covered with his blood.


    So much blood.


    She awoke, crying, from the nightmare again.


    "Scarlett, you’re awake?"


    She hadn’t fully separated from the dream and reality when an excited voice suddenly sounded, followed by someone gripping her hand tightly.


    Scarlett Yates blinked, her head still feeling dizzy and a bit painful, and a few secondster, the blurry figure in front of her gradually became clear.


    Seeing the face clearly, Scarlett Yates didn’t think twice before raising her hand and delivering a hard p to his face.


    Maxwell Saxon did not dodge it, although he could have.


    He didn’t move, letting Scarlett Yates’ pnd on his face.


    Smack, a loud and crisp sound was heard, as soon as the pnded, five distinct red finger marks quickly appeared on his face.


    "Get out, I don’t want to see you." Scarlett Yates opened her mouth, tasting the metallic blood in her mouth.


    The dream was cruel, but returning to reality was even crueler.


    Thinking about Matthew Saxon’s death felt like someone was slicing into her heart with a knife over and over.


    She couldn’t believe he was truly dead, but Maxwell Saxon’s words were like torturous knives, stabbing her over and over, leaving her flesh and blood blurred, yet refusing to give her a quick end.


    "Scarlett." Maxwell Saxon, despite taking the p, wasn’t angry and remained sitting at the bedside.


    His handsome, fair face quickly swelled after the p, but he seemed indifferent, only worried and guilty as he looked at Scarlett Yates, "The doctor said you vomited blood because you were so furious, and coupled with the high fever, you fainted. Your body is very weak now, you shouldn’t experience intense emotions again, calm down first."


    He was already regretting it.


    He regretted it the moment she fainted after vomiting blood.


    He shouldn’t have said those words in a moment of rashness.


    But back then, jealousy had clouded his judgment, all he wanted was to vent, without considering her physical state.


    The moment she lost consciousness, his heart skipped several beats, for the first time experiencing true fear.


    Was he tormenting her, or was he tormenting himself?


    She was unconscious for a very long time.


    The fever alsosted a long time.


    This period was the hardest and most guilt-ridden for Maxwell Saxon.


    He didn’t even know what was wrong with him.