Chapter 1393: Scarlett, What’s Wrong

Chapter 1393: Chapter 1393: Scarlett, What’s Wrong

He spat out his words through gritted teeth, as if he had some deep-seated hatred towards Matthew Saxon, and then he cursed fiercely under his breath: "I heard that guy’s already back? How could Heaven be so blind, he survived a plane crash and managed to come back unscathed; they say bad news lasts a thousand years, and that’s entirely true."

Talking about Matthew Saxon brought a flood of past and present grievances to Knox Simmons’ mind, and he hated him so much it made his teeth itch.

Of course, no matter how much he hated him, and how harshly he spoke, in his heart, he never truly wished Matthew Saxon dead.

It’s just that he had been oppressed by him since childhood, and he had a lingering gripe in his chest that needed letting out in the form of harsh words from time to time.

This group of theirs had mouths filled with venom; when dishing out tough talk, they’d say things like dismemberment and leaving no bones behind in heaps.

Knox Simmons was here cursing and gnashing his teeth for a while before he realized Scarlett Yates hadn’t made a sound the entire time.

Her silence... was a bit unusual.

After all, calling him in the dead of night was already a bizarre behavior.

Moreover, although he’d given Scarlett Yates his phone number long ago, she had never once voluntarily called him.

The first time she proactively reached out to him was over a phone call past three in the morning.

Pondering over this, Knox Simmons felt more and more unsettled.

Earlier... if he wasn’t mistaken, when Scarlett Yates spoke, her voice seemed a bit choked up.

Knox Simmons paused, setting aside the scorn for Matthew Saxon, and softly called out: "Scarlett? You’re still there, right? If you are, please say something."

She remained silent, not even the sound of breathing could be heard, and he felt really worried.

"Knox Simmons, you were probably asleep earlier. I apologize for waking you up so late." Scarlett Yates clenched her phone tightly, her fingers numb from the cold, her voice slightly quivering.

"Scarlett, what’s going on? Your voice sounds strange." Knox Simmons was not the most perceptive person, but even lacking sensitivity, he could detect something was amiss.

Scarlett Yates bit her lip, took a deep breath, and tried to control her chattering teeth to avoid making unpleasant sounds: "I’m fine, just a bit cold."

Even though she knew the other party couldn’t see her, she still forced a smile with her stiff lips and tried to make her voice sound a bit more relaxed and natural: "I’m really sorry for waking you up so late."

"Sorry for what?" At her repeated apologies, Knox Simmons felt annoyed, "I’m thrilled that you can call me, really."

He paused, then asked with concern: "Scarlett, is there something over there you need my help with? If there’s anything you need me to do, just let me know. For you, I’d do anything, even brave mountains of knives and seas of fire. With the bond we have as siblings, if you wanted me to fetch stars from the sky, I’d try my best to get them for you. So, in front of me, don’t hold back, say whatever you need to say, and don’t feel embarrassed."

"If you truly feel sorry, just treat me to a meal after I help you out, that’s all."

At this moment, hearing Knox Simmons’ slightly roguish and joking tone, the tears Scarlett Yates had been holding back at the corners of her eyes couldn’t help but spill over.