He curled his lips into a gentle smile, his voice equally gentle: "Mercy towards the enemy is cruelty towards oneself. If I'm not harsh on him, he will be harsh on me. Given the choice, what do you think I should pick?"
"Scarlett, I had no choice, pushed to this point today, it's not what I wanted."
"Actually, I never thought about contending with him. As long as he wasn't so aggressive, we could all coexist peacefully. But his actions clearly don't align with that."
"Maxwell Saxon, how can you be so ruthless!"
Scarlett tightened her lips, looking at him as if he were a stranger: "How can you blame your ambition entirely on being forced by others? For your goals, you're willing to strike even against your own father and brother. How can you be so terrifying? Yes, I admit Uncle Saxon is a bit biased, but just because he's biased, does that justify killing him?"
