The floor is made of milky white marble tiles.
Blood drips down, glaring red, from Matthew Saxon's palm, spreading from the doorway to the spot where he stops walking.
The blood covering the floor is shocking to behold, yet the person involved seems to feel nothing, his face devoid of any expression.
The maid is nearly in tears, "Master, the Young Master refuses to have his wound dressed..."
Roy Saxon glanced at the blood-stained floor, feeling both distressed and angry, "What on earth are you doing!"
Matthew Saxon's eyes were fixated on Alice Green, his fists clenched tightly, speaking word by word, "Dad, I don't agree with big brother marrying this woman."
Perhaps due to blood loss, his face looked a bit pale.
The demon's long and narrow eyes were as black as ink, illuminated by the fury beneath, the recklessness and arrogance between his brows replaced by menacing hostility, his sharp gaze like a knife piercing into Maxwell Saxon's eyes.
