Chapter 1246: How Could She Dare Say No?
Those who achieve great things seldom trouble themselves with petty concerns. If he wants to seize half the realm again, he must not be hindered by personal emotions.
His daughter is important, but his ambition is irreplaceable.
After weighing the interests in his heart, Noah Yates no longer felt guilty.
His daughter’s tears had no impact on him; instead, they made him frown. He scrutinized Scarlett Yates for a few seconds and frowned, saying, "Look at the state you’re in now. How can you go like this?"
"Uncle Marshall."
At his command, Uncle Marshall immediately came over and respectfully replied, "Sir, please instruct."
"Notify the old residence that even if we must be an hour late, we will go."
"Yes, Sir."
After Uncle Marshall left, Noah Yates called in two maids: "Take the young lady to freshen up and dress immediately."
"Scarlett, do you remember what I just said? If you want Matthew Saxon to leave safely, you’d better behave. We’ve just reunited as father and daughter, and I don’t want to scare you with unpleasant measures, so don’t make me angry, understand?" Having given instructions and issued threats, Noah Yates waved his hand and had Scarlett Yates taken away.
"Miss..." The maid looked at Scarlett Yates with a smile on her face, "Miss, let Ruby and me help you tidy up."
Noah Yates sat back down on the sofa, saying nothing, but watched her with an unpredictable expression.
Scarlett Yates dared not utter a word of dissent.
He threatened her with Matthew Saxon’s life, leaving her no room for negotiation.
She had no choice but to comply, unconditionally comply, and nothing else.
She curled her lips into a self-mocking smile, wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve, turned around, and said with a cold smile, "Then let’s go."
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Half an hour later, Scarlett Yates was sitting on the car heading to the Yates Family’s old residence, right on time.
The limited edition Rolls-Royce was spacious, yet Scarlett Yates still felt stifled.
Extremely stifled, as if cramped in a narrow space, so much that it was hard for her to breathe.
A thick layer of powder coated her face, her lips adorned with a bright red-orange lipstick, and she was dressed in luxurious clothes complemented by heavy makeup, with expensive jewelry adorning her. From the mirror, she truly looked like a wealthy heiress.
She and Noah Yates were seated in the back compartment, separated by a two-person distance.
Feeling overly stifled, she rolled down the window a bit; the fresh air from outside seemed to gradually dispel the heaviness in her heart.
"While caring for Matthew Saxon at the hospital, did you encounter anything unpleasant?" After half an hour of silence, Noah Yates unexpectedly lowered himself to initiate a conversation.
Scarlett Yates ignored him, pretending not to have heard a thing.
With a stern face, Noah Yates coldly remarked, "It seems you’ve forgotten what I said."
Threatening her again?
Scarlett Yates was no longer upset; she’d reached the peak of disappointment, leaving nothing more to grieve over.
"No." Just endure, endure it slowly, until Matthew Saxon leaves this place, and then she no longer has to endure.
"No?" Noah Yates seemed disbelieving, his tone rising, "I heard someone called you an illegitimate child, yet you didn’t retort and just tolerated the abuse? This isn’t like me at all."
"You had someone monitoring me?" She abruptly turned around, her eyes flaring with anger, and snapped.
Noah Yates, unreservedly admitting, nodded calmly, "Your status is different now; someone must be assigned to secretly protect you. Scarlett, this is your father caring for you, cherishing you, not monitoring you."