Chapter 46
The floor is made of milky white marble tiles.
Blood drips down, glaring red, from Matthew Saxon’s palm, spreading from the doorway to the spot where he stops walking.
The blood covering the floor is shocking to behold, yet the person involved seems to feel nothing, his face devoid of any expression.
The maid is nearly in tears, “Master, the Young Master refuses to have his wound dressed p>
Roy Saxon glanced at the blood-stained floor, feeling both distressed and angry, “What on earth are you doing p>
Matthew Saxon’s eyes were fixated on Alice Green, his fists clenched tightly, speaking word by word, “Dad, I don’t agree with big brother marrying this woman p>
Perhaps due to blood loss, his face looked a bit pale.
The demon’s long and narrow eyes were as black as ink, illuminated by the fury beneath, the recklessness and arrogance between his brows replaced by menacing hostility, his sharp gaze like a knife piercing into Maxwell Saxon’s eyes.
Alice Green’s hand shrank back, wanting to withdraw it, yet it was held even tighter by Maxwell Saxon.
“Matthew, let me introduce you p>
Maxwell Saxon calmly met Matthew’s gaze without any hint of evasion, curling his lips as he spoke, “This is my girlfriend, Alice Green, your future sister-in-law p>
Having said this, as if oblivious to Matthew’s suddenly darkened expression, he affectionately ruffled Alice’s hair, whispered, “Alice, this is my frequently mentioned second brother, although there are many rumors about him outside, most are untrue. I believe you both will get along well p>
Alice Green, encouraged by Maxwell’s glance, slowly raised her head, bit her lip, and softly said, “Second Young Master, pleased to meet you p>
Matthew Saxon froze, his gaze darkening, “What did you call me p>
Before Alice Green could respond, he had already taken a step forward, his bloodstained hand pressing on the white dining table, gritting his teeth, “What sort of trick are you both playing at p>
Maxwell Saxon stood up abruptly, blocking Alice Green, his tone calm yet containing a hint of anger, “You’re scaring her, Matthew p>
Matthew Saxon scoffed, his tone eerily calm, “Big brother, this is between me and her, you would do well not to interfere p>
“I think you’re mistaken.” Maxwell Saxon curled his lips, his tone equally gentle, “Alice is my woman, and we are soon to be married. When that happens, you’ll need to call her sister-in-law; her matters are my matters p>
Maxwell Saxon had barely finished speaking before he was punched in the face.
Matthew’s punch was swift, brutal, and precise, catching everyone by surprise.
Plates and dishes crashed to the ground, warm liquid flowing from Maxwell Saxon’s nose.
“Maxwell!” May Denton screamed, knocking over a glass of wine, rushing over in a panic, utterly at a loss, “Let mom have a look, oh my, so much blood is flowing, someone, please, someone come p>
Matthew Saxon looked on coldly at everything, his eyes indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Alice Green was overly shocked, her face devoid of any color, white as a sheet, her voice trembling fiercely, “Maxwell is your big brother, how could you hit him p>
“Big brother?” He sneered, glancing down at
the disheveled state Maxwell was in at the moment, his eyes cold and unfamiliar, expressing disdain, “He doesn’t deserve to be my big brother p>
With that, he didn’t spare Alice another glance, turned around, and left.
— Author’s note: Boohoo, no votes, so