Chapter 127: Chapter 127

"Oh, no... Little Young Master... it's dangerous!"

A sharp voice came from the garden, causing both Flora and Robin to roll their eyes.

"Why are you yelling?" Robin unhappily shouted back at the maid screaming downstairs. He hated being caught just after climbing up. This was bad! If his Big Brother found out he lied about having a stomach ache to skip school, he would surely scold him!

Climbing up was easy, but going down might not be, so Robin simply ignored the maids and opened the terrace door from the outside, walking in. He handed a box of exquisite pastries to Flora and, with composure, said, "Please enjoy."

More and more people gathered in the garden, all looking pale and frightened. Soon, hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor, getting closer.

"What should we do? Do you want to hide?" Flora caught the fragrant pastries and looked at the dirt-covered Robin, urgently asking.

"Okay." Robin glanced around, then quickly rushed to the wardrobe and, with a swift movement, hid behind its doors. After making a gesture of silence to Flora, he hastily closed the wardrobe door.

No sooner had he hidden than the room door was pushed open. Maxwell, with a gloomy expression, walked in with long strides. Without giving Flora more than a glance, he went straight to the wardrobe and commanded coldly, "Robin! Come out!"

Flora's heart skipped a beat. He... was too shrewd, wasn't he? How did he guess so quickly where Robin would hide?

Seeing no movement inside the wardrobe, Maxwell raised his voice and called again, "If you don't come out, be prepared for the consequences!"

His stern tone sent shivers down Flora's spine. She was frightened by his severity. Why couldn't Robin learn his lesson? Why did he keep doing such things?

Robin had some tricks up his sleeve. As his elder brother, Maxwell knew him well. He was well aware of Robin's tendency to hide in the wardrobe. Did he think his elder brother was a fool?

After a while, the wardrobe door opened, and Robin cautiously stuck half of his head out, staring at Maxwell with a frightened expression, "Big Brother, I was just bored and came up to play with Flora."

Maxwell reached out, pulled him out of the wardrobe, and scolded, "Bored? Why don't I see you going to school then?" This little rascal! If it weren't for his outstanding grades, Maxwell wouldn't have let him stay home. Unexpectedly, he would pull such a dangerous stunt.

"Big Brother, I was wrong. I'll go do my homework now." Robin slipped out of his grasp, ran to the door, and fled downstairs.

Fuming, Maxwell followed him to the door, and just as he was about to leave, he caught sight of Flora sitting on the sofa, enjoying the pastries. He involuntarily stopped, and his gaze shifted to her. Mockingly, he remarked, "What? Is there no food for you at the Smith Family mansion?"

"I have," Flora answered expressionlessly, continuing to eat the pastries one by one. She now realized that it was much worse to starve than to endure scolding.

Seeing her emaciated appearance after several days of hunger, Maxwell mocked, "If it's not enough, feel free to ask the servants to prepare more. The Smith Family mansion still has plenty of food. Otherwise, you'll be the one suffering."

"Thanks for the concern. If you care about me, let me out," Flora stared at him calmly. Of course, anyone could see that he didn't have such good intentions, and he certainly wouldn't let her out!

"I'm not concerned about you; I'm just worried you'll starve to death in here," Maxwell sneered. Concern for her? He would rather kill her than care for her! With that, he walked towards the door.

Flora glared at his retreating figure and shouted, "Maxwell! You bastard! Don't think I'll be imprisoned like Chiyoko. I...!"

What could she do? What options did she have? Flora's mind raced, searching for answers. Did she have to resort to suicide? Force him with death? Chiyoko had used such a hackneyed trick too often; it was useless!

"How will you act?" Maxwell raised an eyebrow and asked.

"I'll die to show you!" She blurted out unconsciously, anyway, she wouldn't obediently stay here; absolutely not!

"Looking forward to your spectacular performance!" Maxwell sneered coldly and walked out of the room. Deep down, he didn't believe Flora would commit suicide, but there was still a faint uneasiness in his heart. Death? He hadn't planned to let her die. What he wanted was to watch her suffer!

"Maxwell! I won't let you off even if I become a ghost!" A furious scream erupted from Flora's mouth, sounding desperate.

Maxwell just smirked, as if what she said was a boring joke.

Finally she saw him, and it would be difficult to see him again after he left. At the moment the door was closed, Flora threw down the pastry box and rushed towards the door. She grabbed the wooden door that was about to close, preventing it from shutting.

Due to excessive force, several delicate fingers were forcibly jammed into the gap of the door...

"Ouch!"

A deafening scream echoed throughout the entire third floor.

Maxwell was startled and quickly released his grip on the door. Seeing Flora, now pale, collapsed on the ground in shame, three fingers of her were already a bloody mess.

Maxwell bent down to grab her possibly damaged fingers, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He lifted her body and headed downstairs. While walking, he called out to Robin, who had been claiming to do homework while observing from the staircase, "Quick, go get Doctor Alan!"

"Okay!" Robin, realizing the situation was dire, hurriedly went downstairs to make the call.

Flora, holding her injured right hand, looked at the bloody mess. The pain brought tears to her eyes, and the shock made her tremble all over. She wailed, "My hand... Ugh... my hand is crippled!"

The loud voice echoed incessantly in Maxwell's ears, irritating him to the point that he shouted, "Shut up!"

Flora stopped talking, shifting her gaze to the handsome face above her. Through the tears, she saw a faint trace of tension on Maxwell's cold expression. Swiftly, he carried her to his bedroom, placing her on the large bed.

Taking a glance around the familiar spacious bedroom, Flora sniffled and complained with a hint of grievance, "Why didn't you take me to the hospital?" After all, with her injuries, shouldn't she be sent to the hospital?

Most importantly, she had finally left the third floor. If she were taken to the hospital, there was a good chance to escape, just like last time. The piercing pain in her fingertips couldn't stop her from plotting.