An illegitimate child who had never been favored, even after being recognized by the family and transformed into a young master of a wealthy family, still remained inferior to his younger brother.

In the Saxon Family, he had to endure all sorts of unfair treatment. No matter how hard he worked or how much he put in, he still couldn’t measure up to his brother who didn’t need to do anything.

His excellence, his brilliance, could not change anything.

He was angry, resentful, unwilling to live under another’s roof forever, so he tried to compete, to change the status quo, but in the end, he failed.

As a loser, he had no right to stay any longer; he had to leave.

The victor becomes king, the loser a bandit. On the losing side, there is no dignity or pride to speak of.

But remembering all the excessive things he did, Scarlett Yates felt less sympathetic towards him.

Roy Saxon almost died at the hands of their mother and son.

And Matthew Saxon also narrowly escaped misfortune.

Even if he wanted to change the situation, he shouldn’t have used such ruthless and heartless methods. In this, Scarlett Yates would never be able to understand him.

Matthew shook his head: "This time doesn’t count, Scarlett, I want to have a good talk with you. As I leave Z City this time, I don’t know when I’ll be back, maybe I won’t come back at all."

Saying this, a bitter smile tugged at his lips: "Consider it my farewell party, okay?"

Last time, because they celebrated his birthday together, Matthew had a huge outburst at her.

They had just reconciled, and Scarlett didn’t want to strain the relationship again.

Since she was going to marry Matthew, she would inevitably have to keep her distance from Maxwell Saxon in the future; she couldn’t ignore Matthew’s feelings.

In response to Maxwell’s pleading gaze, she gently shook her head: "Sorry, I can’t agree to your request."

Maxwell was stunned, his eyes dimmed: "You’re afraid Matthew will find out? Do you care so much about his feelings?"

There were some things Scarlett felt she should clarify while she had the chance.

She sighed lightly, looking at the slightly haggard face of the man opposite, gathered her thoughts, and said with complex feelings: "Yes, you’re right, I’m afraid he’ll be angry if he finds out."

"Maxwell, I’m about to marry him. I’m willing to marry him because I like him, I like him very much."

"I like him, so of course I’ll care about his feelings. After what you did to Uncle Saxon, almost harming him, do you think he would want me to associate with you?"

"In fact, I shouldn’t even be standing here now."

"You once told me that no matter the outcome of this fight, you wouldn’t regret it. Now I hope you can face the result with composure. I believe with your abilities, even if you leave the Saxon Family, leave Z City, you can build your career elsewhere. Since you’re leaving in a few days, consider this meeting as your farewell. I wish you a smooth journey."

Maxwell clenched his fists, knuckles white, a trace of pain flickering deep in his eyes: "Scarlett, even if this might be the last time we meet, you still don’t want to go?"

Scarlett didn’t hesitate, nodding firmly: "Yes, sorry, I really can’t go."

A trace of bitterness flashed through Maxwell’s dim eyes; he slowly lifted his head, lips curving slightly, though there was no humor in his eyes, his voice raspier than before: "Do you remember going to the snowy mountain with me? Back then, we had such a good time. You even said if you’d met me first, you would have been willing to marry me."