<h4>Chapter 956: Chapter 956: How Is She Doing?</h4>


    But Scarlett Yates had just recovered from a fever and was not yet fully well, feeling weak all over. After just over ten minutes of walking, she was already panting and her legs were going weak.


    Dragging the little strength left in her body, she finally made it out the door, feeling utterly exhausted, her face covered in sweat. She leaned against the corner of the door and crouched down, nning to rest for a while before getting up.


    She was already somewhat disoriented, and not in great spirits, so she didn’t even notice someone had been following her the whole time.


    The person following her was George.


    Seeing Scarlett Yates so tired she just sat straight down on the ground, George frowned and looked at her with some concern.


    In this weather, the ground was very damp. She had just recovered from a fever, sitting like this could easily lead to another fever.


    Just as George was about to call Matthew Saxon to report the situation, Matthew had already called him.


    "How is she?" After a heated argument, throwing harsh words and saying she should go, Matthew soon started to regret it.


    He hadn’t forgotten she just got over a fever.


    Before she had fully recovered, he let her go, which seemed a bit excessive.


    No matter how angry, he should have waited for her to recover before discussing these things with her.


    He never intended to bring up Maxwell Saxon right when she woke up.


    Even if he wanted verification, it wasn’t urgent to that extent.


    However, she suddenly said they shouldn’t get married just yet, which ignited his anger.


    He had nned everything out—when to take the wedding photos, when to choose the ring again, when to propose formally and grandly again, the wedding date—all of it, waiting only for her return...


    But she suddenly changed her mind.


    She gave a long list of seemingly well-reasoned excuses, but he thought they were just that—excuses.


    Her sudden change of heart—was it rted to Maxwell Saxon?


    Just the thought of it made him lose control of his temper.


    Heshed out at her, and seeing her look so aggrieved and upset made him feel bad inside too.


    When Scarlett Yates left the Saxon Family, Matthew had instructed George to follow her discreetly.


    He couldn’t feel at ease letting her leave by herself, and to avoid her falling into any danger again, he also had two others follow her quietly, just in case.


    George could somewhat guess Matthew’s thoughts.


    Despite his anger, he still cared about Scarlett Yates. It was clear to George that Matthew didn’t genuinely want Scarlett to leave.


    Taking another nce at where Scarlett was sitting, George thought for a moment and replied, "Young Master, to be honest, Miss Yates is not doing well."


    "Not doing well? What’s the matter?" Indeed, Matthew’s tone shifted slightly to one of concern.


    "Miss Yates is still very weak. She just walked out, and I saw she looked very tired, sitting copsed on the ground right after she got out. The ground is so damp, I’m worried..."


    "She just got over a fever, why would she sit on the ground?" Matthew was getting a bit anxious.


    "Young Master, with Miss Yates looking so frail, isn’t it a bit harsh to let her walk now? And it’s so cold outside."


    "Keep following her."


    After saying this, Matthew hung up without giving a clear instruction on whether to bring her back.


    Listening to the disconnected tone, George sighed.


    The Young Master and Miss Yates really face so many hurdles. When Miss Yates wasn’t around, the Young Master thought of her every day. Now that they brought her back, they ended up in a fight again.