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 uncomfortable 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 one last time? You two won't have any outcome, 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."
