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?"
"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?"
