<h4>Chapter 859: Chapter 859: Behave and Take Care of Your Health</h4>


    He always had excellent control over his emotions; otherwise, how could he have endured for so many years in the Saxon Family?


    Yet, in front of her, his most prideful self-discipline seemed utterly useless. She could easily affect his emotions, causing him to do many things out of control.


    "Get out, I told you to get out, didn’t you hear?" Scarlett Yates couldn’t calm down.


    Every time she saw Maxwell Saxon, she would recall how Matthew Saxon died at his hands.


    He was a true murderer, a demon d in human skin.


    Her eyes and face were filled with tears. She painfully closed her eyes, her hoarse voice entwined with agony and despair: "Maxwell Saxon, how could you be so cruel, how could you..."


    Matthew Saxon was dead.


    She felt as if her heart had died too.


    The taste of blood filled her mouth; even her breath seemed to carry a bloody scent. Her throat was dry, itchy, and burning, like it was on fire, and she couldn’t help but cough again.


    Her small face, already bloodless, looked even worse after a couple of coughs, nothing but an utter mess.


    Maxwell Saxon’s heart tightened in an instant.


    He remembered her coughing like this before she fainted, coughing up blood.


    That scene, just thinking about it, still made him fearful.


    He helplessly curved his lips, having to admit a fact: In this one-sidedly devoted rtionship, he held no advantage.


    By punishing her, he was also punishing himself.


    As long as he cared about her, he couldn’t stand by and watch her suffer. Her pain only made him feel more agony, more torment.


    While waiting for her to wake up, he had already decided topromise with her.


    Maxwell Saxon wanted to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes but feared causing her emotions to re up again. His hand reached out but paused in mid-air for a few seconds before slowly withdrawing.


    He sighed: "Scarlett, he’s not dead, please stop crying."


    Watching her cry made his heart ache, but knowing her tears were for Matthew Saxon made him jealous.


    He truly didn’t know what to do with her.


    Scarlett Yates suddenly opened her eyes: "What did you say?"


    She stared nkly for a few seconds, then abruptly climbed out of bed, grabbing Maxwell Saxon’s hand: "What did you just say? Did you say Matthew Saxon isn’t dead?"


    Maxwell sat still, without any expression on his face, nodding slightly.


    Scarlett Yates fixed her gaze on him, and her hollow eyes instantly lit up with a dazzling light. Her lips trembled a few times, clutching Maxwell’s hand even tighter: "He’s really not dead?!"


    He slowly withdrew his hand from her grasp, his cool voice evidently suppressing something, and said lightly: "If you want to see him, then recover obediently. Once you’re well, I’ll arrange for you to meet him."


    "You promise me?" Happiness came so quickly, bombarding her with two pieces of good news in a row, leaving Scarlett Yates a bit stunned.


    His cold gaze swept across her face; Maxwell Saxon pressed his lips together, a trace of bitterness flitting through his deep eyes as he pushed her back: "But if you don’t cooperate with the doctors, forget about seeing him."


    Scarlett Yates immediately stopped struggling.


    She cooperated with Maxwell Saxon andy back down.


    Maxwell Saxon pulled the quilt over her securely, leaving only her head exposed.


    "Maxwell Saxon, you haven’t lied to me again?" Her eyes were still red and swollen, tears still clinging to the corners, and despite her intense emotions, there was still a trace of doubt in her eyes.