Roy Saxon was clear-headed.
What Matthew Saxon referred to as "a bit severe" usually meant very severe.
If the poison he was afflicted with wasn't very difficult to deal with, he wouldn't have gone to such lengths as to go abroad.
Once he left on this trip, whether he could return was still an unknown factor.
In the first half of his life, from birth until now, he lived smoothly, getting whatever he wanted.
If he truly was poisoned with something irreversible, undoubtedly, he wasn't afraid.
Everyone dies eventually, it's just a matter of time.
However, if he truly couldn't return alive, he had a lingering regret in his heart; he had to complete one thing before he left.
Matthew Saxon remained silent for a few seconds, nodded before turning around, and replied, "Okay."
The door was gently closed, leaving only Roy Saxon alone in the expansive luxury hospital room.
The room was deathly silent, with the only sound being his labored breathing.
