Thinking about it, she shivered.
She definitely didn't want to die inexplicably; she still cherished her little life.
Maxwell Saxon didn't keep her, politely saying, "I'll trouble Miss Yates to take care of Matthew."
Scarlett Yates replied just as politely, "Not at all, it's my duty."
Before leaving, she consumed the remaining half cup of coffee in line with her habit of not wasting.
She wiped her mouth and was about to get up when a sinister voice behind her sent a chill down her spine, freezing her body.
"It seems my brother is getting along well with the little nurse I brought back, no need for me to further introduce."
Matthew Saxon emerged in a robe, his narrow eyes carrying a subtle smile. Even sitting in a wheelchair, he didn't appear embarrassed at all, his face leisurely and relaxed, with a hint of drowsiness in the corner of his eyes.
