Chapter 132: Chapter 132

Maxwell, who was initially softened by her bleeding hand, grew cold again upon hearing her words. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his arms. Looking down at her, he said in a cold voice, "You still don't repent until now? I hate people like you, full of lies!"

Dare to do but not to admit! If she had the face to have secret affairs with other men, she should have the courage to admit it! He detested women like her, who engaged in promiscuity and then pretended to be innocent, deceiving others with a feigned look of innocence.

"I haven't! Let me go!" Flora, in a state of panic, lowered her head and, in retaliation, bit down on his wrist.

Maxwell grunted and quickly shook her off. Flora took a step back, holding onto the doorframe to avoid falling to the ground.

Flora stared at the two rows of teeth marks on the back of his hand, breathing heavily. Suddenly, she felt a sense of revenge. This bastard man! She wished she could bite him to death and be done with it. As long as this bastard man didn't die, she would never have a good day!

Maxwell covered his injured hand, glaring at her with suppressed anger. Through gritted teeth, he said, "You want someone else to carry you up, right? Fine, I'll grant your wish!" With that, he turned around indignantly and walked away.

Flora stared at his retreating figure, suddenly realizing how foolish her momentary satisfaction had been. She bit him, and now he would certainly not spare her. Defeated, she leaned against the door, looking up at the ceiling with a blank expression. Only this way, her tears wouldn't flow down, and she wouldn't appear so weak.

Soon, a chaotic sound of footsteps came from the direction of the staircase. When Flora lowered her head, she saw Nancy leading a group of maids. They were approaching with evil smiles, obviously acting on Maxwell's orders, triumphant and mocking.

Nancy stood in front of her, glancing coldly at her bleeding hand. With malicious intent, she sneered, "Miss Flora, do you want to go up by yourself, or as Big Young Master instructed, shall we carry you up?"

She already disliked Flora, and to please Miss Chiyoko, she became even more vicious towards Flora, eagerly hoping for an opportunity to make her disappear from the Smith Family mansion.

Flora shifted her body. If it were Maxwell, she could argue, quarrel, even bite and hit him. But when facing another woman, especially one as wicked as this, she could only endure in silence.

From Maxwell's actions, she could sense a bit of affection and reluctance, but with this woman, she felt no sympathy. This woman was even more ruthless and lacked any human warmth compared to Maxwell.

Flora remained silent, dragging her heavy body with unsteady steps towards the third floor. She didn't want to go to the third floor, and after a morning of turmoil, she had to go up there in the end. It was truly pathetic!

After casually tending to his wound, Maxwell went downstairs to have breakfast. Although he made every effort to keep others from noticing his injury, the sharp-eyed Chiyoko 'discovered' it. She feigned surprise, exclaiming with concern, "Maxwell, what happened to the bite marks on your hand? It's broken the skin."

Chiyoko was well aware of what had transpired on the second floor just now, naturally knowing the origin of the wound. The purpose of her exaggerated reaction was undoubtedly to make Mrs. Smith aware of Flora's misdeeds. Sure enough, at her exclamation, Mrs. Smith quickly looked toward Maxwell's hand.

She then noticed the injury on his hand and exclaimed, "How did it get hurt like this? Was it that woman, Flora, who bit you again?"

Maxwell's expression darkened, and he glared disapprovingly at the meddlesome Chiyoko. Chiyoko shrunk her head, lowered it, and continued eating her breakfast, satisfied that her purpose had been achieved.

"Big Brother was the one who broke her fingers first," Robin, eager to stand up for Flora, loudly declared the fact, "Flora is the pitiable one. All three of her fingers are broken, and she bled a lot."

"Robin, be quiet!" Mrs. Smith reprimanded in a low voice.

And Robin, like Chiyoko, continued eating breakfast, feeling somewhat aggrieved. It seemed that nowadays, speaking the truth would lead to reprimands; it was not fun!

Maxwell remained silent, calmly eating his breakfast as if the wound on his hand had no impact on him. However, his thoughts lingered upstairs, wondering if he could hear her crying. Had she obediently gone to the third floor?

"Maxwell, what are you planning to do to her? You need to make a decisive decision," Mrs. Smith reproached with a hint of dissatisfaction. "Getting entangled with her like this, you are the one getting hurt."

He didn't think his hand injury was a big deal. But as a concerned elder, Mrs. Smith felt distressed. She always believed that the woman was up to no good and would bring trouble to Maxwell!

"Aunt, I've sent her back to the third floor," Maxwell said with a light smile. That was his decisive decision – to lock her on the third floor, letting her face the consequences of her actions.

"Once you've decided, you should..." Mrs. Smith paused, sneaked a glance at Chiyoko, and changed her tone, "You should be firm and not care about her, even if she resorts to any tricks. Do you understand? Wait for her to fall for her own tricks."

She had initially intended to suggest that he treat Flora as he had treated Chiyoko in the past, fearing that it would hurt Chiyoko and stir up painful memories for her, so she changed her words. Why was it that Maxwell could be so ruthless and decisive when he confined Chiyoko? Why couldn't he do the same this time?

Had he developed an improper affection for that woman? The thought made Mrs. Smith's heart skip a beat. She couldn't allow Maxwell to fall for the daughter of an enemy. How could she let him disappoint his fiancée, Chiyoko? Besides, Chiyoko had a special background and was much better than Flora!

"Aunt, I know. I won't be fooled by her again," Maxwell reassured, reminding himself not to disobey Mrs. Smith.

Since childhood, the Smith brothers had held a deep respect for Mrs. Smith, and that hadn't changed over the years. Maxwell wouldn't do anything to upset her.

"All right, that's good," Mrs. Smith sighed slightly, relieved, but deep down, she doubted whether he could truly keep his word. Every time he promised not to be fooled by Flora, he would agree, but how many times had he followed through?