Maxwell Saxon took a step closer to her.
Scarlett Yates's face suddenly changed, as she took a step back and saw a vase on the shelf. She grabbed the vase and smashed it against the wall.
The vase shattered instantly, and she held a shard of porcelain against her neck: "Don't come any closer."
Maxwell Saxon frowned slightly: "Scarlett, don't hurt yourself, throw away the porcelain shard."
He knew she wouldn't commit suicide.
She had always been afraid of death since she was a child.
But he still worried she might get hurt, as the porcelain shard looked sharp enough to accidentally cut her neck.
"Then just stand there and don't move; don't take another step forward."
"Okay, I won't move any closer, please don't get worked up, be careful not to hurt yourself." He immediately stopped and stood still.
"Young Master, what happened?"
Someone knocked on the door, likely having heard the sound of the vase breaking.
"It's nothing," he responded in a cold, calm voice.
