He turned around and closed the window again.

Soft footsteps approached him from behind and then stopped.

Ian Douglas asked coldly, "Are you really going to marry her?"

Without looking back, Matthew Saxon replied lightly, "Yes."

"Do you really like her that much?" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Yes, very much."

"Hmph, if I make that girl disappear, would you still cut ties with me for her?"

As soon as he said this, Matthew Saxon suddenly turned around.

The expression on his face remained calm, but his hand hanging at his side was clenched into a fist, his thin lips tightly pressed, and his slender eyes fixed on Ian Douglas, as if trying to discern the truth of his words. After a moment, he said lightly, "If Grandfather doesn’t mind losing this grandson, then go ahead."

"After all, if you really intend to do that, I can’t stop you."

Ian Douglas’s face grew even more unsightly, his lips trembling with anger, "In your heart, is that woman more important than your dear grandfather?"

Matthew Saxon’s expression remained calm, speaking calmly, "In my heart, you are both very important people. I hope Grandfather can let go of his prejudice against her and slowly accept her."

"If Grandfather really can’t accept her, then she and I will just try to appear less in front of you to avoid making you uncomfortable."

"You little brat, you dare to threaten me?" Ian Douglas’s face turned red with anger, his neck thickening in rage, his eyes nearly spitting fire, one hand raised high.

Matthew Saxon neither dodged nor ducked, curled his lips with a faint smile, "Grandfather, after all, you just have one foot in the grave, so you should moderate your temper. It’s nothing if I take this slap. But if you get sick out of anger and end up bedridden, the latter half of your life won’t be easy."

"Ungrateful grandson!" Ian Douglas suddenly clutched his chest, his face showing a pained expression, his body convulsing as he fell to the ground, "You’re angering me to death, you unfilial descendant, you’re really angering me to death. Ah, my chest feels so suffocated and painful."

After falling, his convulsions grew even more severe, as if breathing had become difficult, gasping for air, "I can hardly breathe, am I going to die soon? You... you ungrateful grandson... must you really anger me to death to be satisfied..."

As he finished these few words, Ian Douglas began to roll his eyes, his breathing becoming more and more rapid, as if he might stop breathing at any moment.

Seeing his grandfather convulsing on the ground, Matthew Saxon didn’t even go to help him, let alone show concern. He gave him a couple of indifferent glances, a mocking smirk curling at his lips, "Grandfather, your acting is getting more and more exaggerated. You used to be able to fool a three-year-old, but now you can barely make a one-year-old laugh."

"If you find it comfortable to lie on the ground, then please continue. It’s getting late, I have to go out to dinner with Scarlett. I was planning to welcome you back with a welcoming dinner, but it seems unnecessary now, as you wouldn’t want to go anyway."

With that, Matthew Saxon walked around him as if he were an obstacle, and truly ignored him, quickly leaving the room.

As Matthew Saxon reached the top of the stairs, he heard an angry voice emerging from the room, gritted teeth shouting, "You brat, come back here, come back!"

Tsk, that voice was so full of energy, it didn’t sound like someone who had a sudden illness could shout like that.

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