"Stop, you bastard!" Roy Saxon's voice trembled with anger, his face already livid.
The weekend dinner, which was supposed to be warm and harmonious, was ruined just like that.
The lunch carefully prepared by the chef was scattered all over the place, tables and chairs were toppled, and Maxwell Saxon lay on the ground, his white handkerchief covering his nose was quickly soaked through with blood.
May Denton cried out relentlessly, "If you don't discipline him properly, next time, Maxwell's life might be in danger. It's one thing for him to act out outside, but now he's even bullying his own brother."
"If you continue to let him behave like this, I can't stay in this house with Maxwell anymore."
Everything behind seemed to have nothing to do with Matthew Saxon.
He did not look back, indifferent to the chaos he had created.
