Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 393: Poor Little Thing

Scarlett paid no attention to the maid’s reminder and warning, nor did she take it seriously.

She raised her head unhappily, "Then go get Matthew Saxon over here, will that work?"

The maid saw that Scarlett hadn’t taken her words in the slightest, furrowed her brows, seemingly a bit displeased, hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding, "Then Miss Yates, please hold on, I’ll go get the Young Master."

After the maid left, Scarlett looked at the food on the table as if it were an enemy and couldn’t help but curse Ian Douglas under her breath, "Old fox, petty, no grace, no tolerance."

"Scarlett." A man’s voice, soft and deep, filled with magnetism, suddenly sounded excitedly and joyfully, coming in from outside the door.

Before Scarlett could see who was outside, a pink figure dashed in front of her like a gust of wind.

Then, she was grabbed up at once and forcefully pulled into a fragrant embrace.

The force almost snapped her in half.

"Scarlett, you’re finally awake, thank the heavens."

"These days you’ve really worried me to death, thank goodness you’re all right; otherwise, where would I ever find such a cute little sister again."

"Poor little thing, only a few days apart and you’ve become as skinny as a monkey, Scarlett, did they mistreat you? My poor sister..."

This was followed by the sound of sobbing.

Scarlett was first stunned, then she froze entirely, slowly, slowly raising her head.

She caught sight of a flamboyant pink.

Before clearly seeing the face above, she already knew who the man, who suddenly appeared, rushed in, and hugged her was.

"Brother?"

The man always liked to wear a pink shirt, always smelling fragrant, and calling her his sister; who else could it be but Knox Simmons?

"Scarlett, my poor little thing, tell your brother, didn’t they mistreat you? I haven’t seen you in just a few days and your chin’s gotten sharp, your chest’s gotten flat, it was so small to begin with, now it’s almost gone..."

Scarlett originally felt a little bit touched.

This man who had no good intentions calling her his sister at least knew to come see her, even if his visit wasn’t genuinely heartfelt but just for show, she could still feel a bit cared for.

However, the tiny bit of feeling arose in her heart vanished completely after Knox said that last sentence.

What does he mean by "it was so small to begin with, now it’s almost gone?"

Could he say something nice for a change?

She just woke up from a coma; couldn’t he say something pleasant to make her feel better?

No wonder he and Matthew Saxon could become Fox and Hound Allies; the two of them are cut from the same cloth, using every little chance to mock her, taunt her, undermine her!

Scarlett angrily pushed away the man who was pretending to cry.

Her pair of jet-black, shiny eyes glared at him, frowning tightly, "Stop, stop, stop, cut the act in front of me, brother, honestly, your acting skills are terrible, you’ve been crying for so long and not a single tear fell, even a child wouldn’t be fooled by such lousy acting, stop making a fool of yourself."