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On the other side, after Scarlett Yates hung up the phone, she still sat in the corner of the wall, not returning as she had said she would.
She agreed to Knox Simmons only to put his mind at ease.
She had already left the Saxon Family, how could she possibly put down her pride and dignity to knock on their door again?
How would Matthew Saxon see her?
With ridicule, contempt, disdain?
The thought of his disdainful and contemptuous gaze felt like a knife stabbing her heart.
His coldness and harm were even colder and sharper than the snow outside.
Even if her whole body was now numb with cold, it was still better than his cold gaze and hurtful words.
What pain could be more profound than the pain of the heart?
What injury could be heavier than the wound of the heart?
Matthew Saxon didn't lay a hand on her, but those words that cut like knives had no difference from him personally stabbing her.
It's just that the former injury is invisible, unseen.
