The anger gradually receded, and the jealousy that almost burnt away his rational thinking slowly extinguished.

The briefly uncontrolled emotions slowly calmed down, Scarlett Yates’ sobs rang in his ears, full of sadness, pain, despair, disappointment, and fear of him.

Maxwell Saxon suddenly felt very sad.

His heart was as bitter as if he had swallowed a large bowl of gall juice, the entire heart soaked in bitterness, making him want to cry.

He felt the pain akin to thousands of needle pricks.

Those long thin needles, shimmering with cold light, stabbed his heart fiercely, one by one.

He seemingly saw his heart bleeding, bright red blood flowing from the wounds, quickly making his heart drenched in blood.

Could he really not care about her heart, did he actually want her to hate him forever?

If he couldn’t have her heart, but just her body, would he really be indifferent?

The answer was no; how could he truly not care?

Maxwell Saxon couldn’t believe the person just now who wanted nothing but to possess her was himself. He felt like he was under a spell, confused, unsure of what he was doing.

If not for her sobbing, he might have recklessly forced himself upon her.

If she truly committed suicide, he would live a lifetime in pain and guilt, for he would be the one who destroyed the person he cherished most.

"Little Brother, you said you would always protect me from being bullied by others, is that true?"

"Mm."

"But... if someone bullies me and you’re not around, what should I do?"

"I’ll get revenge for you."

"Revenge? What does ’revenge’ mean?"

"It means I’ll hit them back; if they hit you once, I’ll hit them ten times. Anyway, I’ll hit them until they don’t dare to bully you again."

"But... if Little Brother bullies me, do you also hit yourself?"

"I wouldn’t bully you."

"But... if I bully Little Brother, would you hit me?"

"No."

"Wow, Little Brother, you’re so good; I like you the best."

Those memories vividly replayed like a movie in his mind.

He promised to protect her and promised not to bully her, but what was he doing now?

She was right; his actions were no better than those beasts who wanted to bully her.

"Scarlett, don’t cry." At this moment, having calmed down, Maxwell Saxon was regretting to the point of despair.

Scarlett Yates cried so much her whole body trembled, and she gasped several times for air; Maxwell Saxon felt more and more pained, turned over to the side, and gently embraced her trembling body. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

He used one hand to gently pat her back soothingly, like coaxing her not to cry when she was young, patting her back and touching her head, desperately consoling her, "I’m sorry, Scarlett; I’m sorry, I was confused just now, my mind must have been malfunctioning."

"I’m a scoundrel; it’s my fault; I’m worse than a beast."

"Hit me, hit me hard to vent your anger." He grabbed Scarlett Yates’ hand and brought it down to his face.

Scarlett Yates immediately pulled her hand out of his grasp forcefully, pushed him away, and leapt up from the bed, raised both hands high, and slammed down hard, following her instincts.