"It's okay, Matthew Saxon, if you want to cry, just cry. In front of me, you don't have to hold back. I won't laugh at you."
He shook his head, refusing quite decisively: "Even if you don't mind me crying in front of you, I mind it myself."
"I really won't laugh at you."
"I really mind it myself."
"Matthew Saxon, you don't realize how serious this is." Scarlett Yates took a deep breath, holding back for a while before finally suppressing her tears. She raised her head, biting her lips, "Do you know who poisoned you?"
"It's not hard to guess, Scarlett." He curled his lips into a smile, his eyes narrowing, his voice turning cold as he said the name word by word, "Who else could it be but Maxwell Saxon."
"Since you know it's him, how can you be so calm?"
"First, no matter what happens, you must calm down immediately to think of a strategy as quickly as possible."
"Second, it's not really being calm. I've guessed it for a while and was mentally prepared."
