Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

But what if she refuses to apologize?

Could it be that he would really drive her out of the house?

In the middle of the night, how could he truly be at ease with her leaving alone?

The Saxon Mansion is halfway up the mountain, and only private cars can go in and out. If she wants to leave, without a driver to take her, it would be impossible to get out.

Moreover, this time of year, Z City is at its coldest, with daytime temperatures below zero, and at night, the temperature in the mountains drops even lower, nearly minus ten degrees.

In this kind of weather, staying outside for half an hour can lead to frostbite.

So, Matthew Saxon never really intended to drive her away; he had just lost his temper and said things without thinking.

He only hoped this woman could be a bit more sensible, stop being so stubborn, and bow her head temporarily; he wouldn’t say anything more.

But...

Asking Scarlett Yates to bow her head for something like this, how could it be possible?

Her body quivered slightly, as if in disbelief, her expression shocked as she looked at him.

Would he really drive her out over something like this?

Behind him, the woman in red was also slightly stunned, her expression a little unexpected, perhaps not anticipating Matthew Saxon to say such a thing.

After all, at such a place, at such a time, in such weather, driving her out would truly mean disregarding her safety and wellbeing completely.

Seeing the woman in red’s shocked yet triumphant reaction, Scarlett Yates felt as if a basin of ice-cold water had been poured over her, her entire body chilled to the bone.

Her heart, too, was chilled to the bone.

Even an outsider felt what he did was a bit excessive, but he...

Her heart was thoroughly disappointed, the last bit of reluctance replaced by anger, sadness, and deep disappointment.

She stared at him motionlessly for a long time.

A moment later, Matthew Saxon saw her actually smile, lightly curling her lips, and began to pry his fingers apart one by one, then stepped back, rubbing her chin, with a calm and indifferent voice: "Alright, I’ll pack my things and leave."

As soon as she finished speaking, both Matthew Saxon and the woman in red were stunned.

Isn’t she out of her mind?

This isn’t how you vent your frustrations.

It’s late at night, with temperatures outside below minus ten degrees, dangerous and cold. Is she throwing her life away?

Matthew Saxon’s expression changed suddenly, a look of panic and frustration flashing quickly in his eyes, his brows tightly furrowed: "Scarlett Yates, are you sure? Do you really want to leave?"

He was anxious...

Both anxious and angry, vexed and enraged.

This damned woman, she is actually planning to pack her things and leave.

What’s wrong with her?

Without a driver from the Saxon Family, how does she plan to get down this mountain?

Scarlett Yates smiled again, turned, and started walking upstairs: "I’m leaving, I won’t stay to disturb you and this lady. Hope you both have a good time."

Her eyes were dry and uncomfortable.

She bit her lips tightly, holding back.

She couldn’t cry, she couldn’t let herself cry in front of Matthew Saxon and this woman, or even she would despise herself.

She walked quickly, soon disappearing around the corner of the stairs.

"Scarlett Yates, I’m giving you one more chance, do you really want to go? Think carefully, once you leave, don’t come back." Matthew Saxon stood in the same spot, his face livid, yelling through gritted teeth.

A light voice floated down from upstairs: "You don’t need to give me another chance, I’ve thought it through carefully."

There wasn’t a hint of hesitation; her response was resolute.