<h4>Chapter 862: Chapter 862: Actually, You’re Wrong</h4>


    He spoke very casually, as if it was just an offhand remark, not caring what her answer would be.


    But the hand holding the milk cup unconsciously tightened its grip.


    The five fingers clenched tightly around the cup, as if all the anger was vented onto it, wishing to crush it into pieces.


    Scarlett Yates nodded, "Yeah, I want to see him as soon as possible."


    Maxwell Saxon’s chest felt like something had pricked it, the more ufortable he felt, the wider his smile became, his thin lips curving into an alluring arc, "Scarlett, you should know that even if I keep him now, one day I will get rid of him. What good does it do to let you see him onest time? You two won’t have any oue, long pain is worse than short pain, isn’t it better to just assume he’s dead?"


    Scarlett smiled, her eyes and lips curving up, and said with a smile, "But even if he’s dead, he will always live in my heart."


    She knew that saying these words would make Maxwell Saxon ufortable, so she said them on purpose, just as she intentionally showed how much she cared about Matthew Saxon in front of him.


    She had no other way to deal with him; he was much stronger than her.


    But if there was even a tiny bit of a way to make him ufortable, she would try it.


    And simply speaking a few words to upset him was such an easy and effortless thing, she would never miss the chance.


    Maxwell Saxon’s face indeed changed.


    Although he tried hard to suppress it, he couldn’tpletely control his emotions; anger red in his eyes, and his face turned sullen.


    He put down the cup.


    The transparent milk cup bore the imprint of his fingers.


    He had gripped it so tightly just now that even though the cup didn’t crack, it left a mark of the lines on his palm.


    "Scarlett, have I ever done something so heinous to you?" Maxwell Saxon raised his eyes, closed his eyelids, and when he opened them again, the anger in his eyes had disappeared, reced by a calm, cid expression.


    Scarlett was taken aback.


    She thought seriously for a moment, then shook her head.


    Maxwell Saxon had not only never done anything heinous to her, but had rescued her several times.


    Actually, he was quite good to her.


    "But you detest me." He had a hint of self-mockery at the corner of his mouth, "Because Matthew fell into my hands, you therefore hate me, thinking I’m cold-hearted and ruthless, a frightening person. But have you ever considered, if I were the one who fell into his hands, what would my fate be?"


    "Scarlett, it’s the victor who bes the king, and the loser the ouw. I just did something anyone would do, if it were someone else in my position, they would make the same choice."


    "You shouldn’ty all the me on me. It’s not fair."


    Scarlett listened quietly, waited until he had finished, carefully thought over his words again, shook her head, and said, "Maybe what you say makes some sense, but I still don’t agree with using such extreme methods. You just said if it fell into Matthew Saxon’s hands, he would do the same, but you’re wrong."


    Matthew Saxon wouldn’t be so ruthless.


    Even if he couldn’t tolerate May Denton and her son, he wouldn’t go so far as to kill.


    Otherwise, from the day May Denton brought Maxwell Saxon into the Saxon Family, he could have acted secretly.


    At that time, May Denton and Maxwell Saxon hadn’t even gained a firm foothold in the Saxon Family, while Matthew Saxon was not only valued by Roy Saxon but was also Ian Dous’ only grandson.