She let go of Matthew Saxon's hand, overcoming the fear in her heart, and slowly turned around: "I'm sorry, Matthew Saxon, I have to go first. You must live well."
Below the cliff, it was pitch black, as if it were a bottomless pit.
Just as she was about to leap into the abyss, a figure flashed in front of her and pulled her back.
At the same time, she heard Matthew Saxon's voice softly by her ear: "Scarlett, the one who should live well is you. I'm sorry, I can't stay by your side anymore. From now on, you have to take good care of yourself."
"Scarlett, I love you."
After saying this, Matthew Saxon tossed her backward, into the arms of another.
She looked up and saw a familiar and handsome face. The man holding her said word by word: "Scarlett, from now on, let me take care of you. Only I am suitable for you."
"No, let me go, Maxwell Saxon, let me go!"
