She continued crying and accusing him, "Not only did you bully , your grandfather has to bully you too. You two are teaming up to bully . You’re all bastards."
Matthew Saxon didn’t even have ti to take out a handkerchief; he used the sleeve of his suit to wipe her tears.
This suit, designed by a top designer, tailored by a world-renowned private workshop, is worth seven figures. Every button is made of platinum, and the patterns carved on the buttons are the work of top artisans.
Now, this outrageously expensive suit has beco a tool for wiping tears.
Scarlett Yates’ tears seed endless, like a flood. Once she started crying, there was no stopping it.
She felt so overwheld with sadness, and this crying was her way of venting all her negative emotions.
So her tears wouldn’t stop, and Matthew Saxon’s sleeve was wet, so he pinched the other side’s sleeve to continue wiping.
"Alright, alright, don’t cry." Matthew Saxon gently held her in his arms, patting her back like calming a child, his tone soft and gentle, "It’s all my fault, I’m a bastard, I’m terrible, I even bullied my own wife. I’m simply unforgivable."
It’s like he was calming a child, but when had Matthew Saxon ever been this patient and gentle with any child?
In front of children, Matthew Saxon always played the role of the bad uncle.
If he had t ten children, if soone asked these ten children what impression they had of him, nine would definitely say he was bad, and the remaining one would say he was a big bad wolf that ate people.
If asked more specifically, asked these kids what exactly was bad about him, all their answers would generally be the sa: this bad uncle’s eyes would glare, and when he glared, it was terrifying, as if he wanted to eat them.
If n who usually like children are considered more empathetic, then Matthew Saxon lacks empathy in this regard.
Because, in his eyes, children are a troubleso bunch, noisy and crying, always full of energy, never stopping, even for a mont.
Among the three things he disliked most, one of them was children.
He even decided that he absolutely wouldn’t have children in the future.
When he made this decision, he never imagined there would co a day when not only would he have a child, but he’d beco a super dad.
"Who’s your wife!" Scarlett Yates glared at him with reddened eyes, her face displaying a fierce expression, yet a faint blush appeared on her cheeks when he called her his wife.
Her voice was raspy, her eyes still glimring with tears, her face rosy. The words ant to be fierce ca out sounding almost like a pout.
Matthew Saxon’s heart slightly stirred, and he chuckled softly, "Of course it’s you. Who else would I marry?"
Scarlett Yates’ face was full of resentnt and anger, "You should just go find another woman to marry. I don’t dare marry you. Your family’s rules are too big, soone like who doesn’t understand them would easily make a mistake and get killed at any mont."
"Even though my life isn’t worth much, I still want to live a couple more days."
"Who says your life isn’t valuable? In my eyes, your life is more important than anything."
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