"Your niece isn’t at a loss either. She wanted a man, so I found her the one who could satisfy her the most. A top-tier male prostitute isn’t cheap, costing six figures a night. I have been exceedingly generous to her."
May Denton instantly felt a rush of anger, pointing at his nose and cursing, "You heartless bastard!"
"Knowing I’m heartless, you’re still eager to send your family mbers my way. Aunt Denton, if you really want to vent your anger on the person who hard your niece, you should first give yourself a few hard slaps. Without your ticulous arrangents, Alexis wouldn’t have fallen to this point."
After he finished speaking, he sneered a few tis, his gaze reaching the pinnacle of indifference. He squinted, "As for evil deeds coming back to haunt you, Aunt Denton, if you have ti to curse others, you’d better pray and eat vegetarian food more often, to earn so rit for your son who has done quite a few bad things. I’ve heard he committed lots of evil when he was young. If retribution is real, he’ll be in danger."
"You... you..." May Denton’s face alternated between blue and purple, as if she was about to stop breathing, gasping urgently.
The more enraged she beca, the more gleeful Matthew Saxon’s smile grew.
"Aunt Denton should save her strength for cursing, otherwise if you faint from anger later, soone as heartless as won’t call an ambulance for you."
After speaking, he turned around under May Denton’s twisted, ferocious glare, casually slipping his hands into his pockets, and strolled upstairs.
After taking just two steps, he heard a thud from behind.
Followed by a maid’s startled cry, accompanied by a flurry of hurried footsteps, "Madam, madam, what’s wrong?"
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Saint rcy Hospital.
May Denton woke from her fainting spell, opened her eyes, and saw Maxwell Saxon sitting by her bedside. Before saying anything, tears started flowing.
Maxwell Saxon held her cold hand, "Mom, what’s the matter? How could you faint out of nowhere?"
Speaking as he did, Maxwell Saxon took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from her eyes, "Why are you crying like a child? Dad just ca to see you but you hadn’t woken up yet. There’s an urgent matter at the company, and he left less than half an hour ago."
"Maxwell, Mom really can’t take it anymore." Seeing her only pillar of support, May Denton’s tears wouldn’t stop, "Mom doesn’t know how much longer these days will last. That little bastard is getting more and more brazen. He doesn’t see Mom as anything now, and it’s not even ti for him to take charge. If Dad hands the company over to him in the future, will there still be a place for us at ho?"
Maxwell Saxon’s expression changed, his eyes growing cold, "Mom, did you faint because of him?"
May Denton sobbed like a weeping doll, "Today, I just chastised a young maid who made a mistake, and he made a point to show . He even had soone report to the labor bureau, saying they would expose . He relies on Dad indulging him and counts on eventually inheriting Seymour, so he doesn’t respect at all. To him, Mom is less than a young maid."
"He bullied your cousin, and now he’s bullying too. Maxwell, Mom really can’t imagine what kind of fate awaits us if Seymour falls into his hands."
Speaking of which, May Denton let out a long sigh, her face showing a pained expression, "Mom wonders if she shouldn’t have taken you to the Saxon Family in the first place. On the surface, I’m the gloriously well-to-do Madam Saxon, but in reality, Dad’s heart has always been set on that little tramp Naomi Dougla. No matter how good I am to him, it doesn’t help."
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