Another long stretch of silence.
"If you think May is difficult to get along with, or..."
"Uncle Saxon, it really has nothing to do with anyone or anything else," Scarlett Yates interrupted Roy Saxon, calmly and indifferently saying, "I believe that with Matthew's excellence, he is bound to attract many equally excellent women, and he can find someone he truly likes. But he and I are really not suitable. I can't marry someone I don't like. In this regard, please understand, Uncle Saxon."
"Have you really made up your mind?" After the shock, Roy Saxon's eyes revealed unabashed disappointment.
"Yes." Her answer was unwavering, her eyes were firm, without any room for negotiation.
Just from this glance, Roy Saxon knew her mind was set, unchangeable.
He suddenly felt a deep sense of disappointment and loss in his heart.
Was Heaven being a bit too cruel to him?
