Scarlett Yates chuckled softly and said leisurely, "He's doing just fine, no need for you to worry about him."
"Just fine? How is that possible?" Maxwell Saxon didn't believe her words and said in a steady voice, "It's already been half a month. By now, he should have a lot of symptoms. His limbs will start to ache, then gradually weaken, and next, his body will begin to paralyze from parts to wholly. Without my antidote, he can't possibly be okay."
Scarlett Yates was tired of arguing with him over this: "I've told you, there are many capable people in this world, not just you who can deal with those viruses. Maxwell Saxon, if you're calling to confirm my decision again, I'll tell you now, don't bother, I will not marry you."
"Scarlett, you..."
"There's nothing more to say between us. I hope we won't meet again in the future."
"Scarlett!"
"Maxwell Saxon, goodbye. No, it's farewell." Scarlett Yates didn't give him a chance to speak further, and hung up the phone.
