"Bang—"
Just as Scarlett felt she couldn't hold on any longer and was about to faint, the tightly closed door of the study was flung open.
Through her hazy vision, Scarlett saw a familiar figure stride in.
"Grandpa, what on earth did Scarlett do wrong that you have to punish her with family discipline?"
A furious voice rang out; that familiar figure rushed to her side, raised his fist, and drove it hard into the two icy-faced men holding her down.
His fists landed; there were two muffled grunts, and the pressure clamped on her shoulders and arms suddenly loosened. The two icy-faced men restraining her collapsed to the floor.
Scarlett was free, but her body could no longer stand.
Her vision went black and spinning, sensation crept back into her hands, and the searing pain crashed over her in wave after wave.
Her strengthless body folded softly into Matthew Saxon's arms, and he hooked an arm around her waist, lifting her up.
