"I suppose you wouldn't want Dad to be like a vegetable, always in a coma, would you?"
"Well, aren't you a dutiful son? The opportunity is right in front of you. Are you going to choose your family, or your woman?" His smile was full of malice as he spoke, then slowly walked to the side, sat down, and sipped a glass of red wine slowly.
He gently swirled the beautiful purplish-red liquid in the glass, his deep eyes narrowing slightly: "I'll give you one minute to think about it, and tell me your choice."
Matthew Saxon was already turning around with Scarlett Yates, ready to leave.
His steps paused, and he stopped again.
Scarlett Yates's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively raised her head to look at him.
Maxwell Saxon's condition was very tempting.
If she stayed and Matthew left alone, the poison in Roy Saxon's body could be removed.
