Chapter 133: Chapter 133

The room fell into a brief silence. After eating a little, Maxwell greeted Mrs. Smith and got up to leave. As he walked out of the dining room, he coincidentally encountered Nancy, who was preparing to go upstairs with breakfast.

Without hesitation, he called out, "Wait!"

Nancy looked puzzled, halted, and turned to face Maxwell, asking, "Is there something you need, Big Young Master?"

Maxwell glanced at the food on her plate with an expressionless face and said, "Send up a little more." Suddenly, he remembered Flora wolfing down her food like a starving wolf yesterday. He thought maybe the portions sent to her were insufficient.

"What?" Nancy exclaimed in surprise, looking at him. Did she hear correctly? Was Big Young Master asking her to send up more food? Wasn't he heartless towards Flora just a moment ago? Why the sudden concern for her meals?

Seeing the displeasure on Maxwell's face, Nancy hurriedly muttered an "okay" and went back to the kitchen to prepare more food.

Maxwell spoke again as she walked away, "Also, call Doctor Alan to go up and attend to her wounds."

Flora's wounds had just reopened, and there was a significant amount of blood. Maxwell couldn't let her suffer on her own. It was better to have Doctor Alan take a look, preventing any infection. He reassured himself in his mind.

Surprised once again, Nancy dared not make any more sounds and just obediently went to carry out the instructions.

Chiyoko's heart sank as she glanced at Mrs. Smith beside her. Mrs. Smith, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, sighed again at Maxwell's instructions. It seemed that all her efforts were in vain. She finally understood that Maxwell didn't hate Flora as much as he pretended to. His heart had already betrayed him!

Mrs. Smith reached out and patted Chiyoko's hand, sighing softly to comfort her, "Eat quickly, don't think too much. Maxwell has gone mad."

"Aunt, do you allow him to continue like this?" Chiyoko pouted, trying to appear pitiful.

Her innocent expression truly tugged at Mrs. Smith's heart. She comforted gently, "No, Chiyoko, don't worry. I won't let Maxwell hurt himself."

"I also think that Big Brother has gone mad," Robin, who hadn't spoken for a while, spoke up again, always choosing moments when no one expected it.

This earned him a tender scolding from Mrs. Smith, "Robin, from now on, you are not allowed to get close to Flora, understand?"

"No. Flora is so much fun!" Robin protested. If even Big Brother wouldn't let him get close, and now even Aunt forbade it, he couldn't understand why they did this!

To avoid hearing Mrs. Smith give a strict order, he quickly pushed back his chair and ran away.

Watching his small figure disappear behind the dining hall, Mrs. Smith sighed and turned to Chiyoko, saying, "Chiyoko, you should think about why, after living in the Smith Family mansion for several years, you still can't win Robin's favor, while Flora, who has only been here for a month, can easily charm all the brothers."

Chiyoko felt a bit uneasy. She had never thought deeply about this question. Why indeed? Flora hadn't done anything special, yet she easily won the affection of the Smith brothers. It was puzzling!

Flora sat blankly on the edge of the bed, doing so for an entire day. She paid no attention to Nancy's sarcastic remarks, and aside from forcing herself to eat the food brought in, she did nothing else. There was nothing for her to do, and nowhere for her to go in this place.

She desperately wanted to escape this cage! No! She must escape! She never wanted to see that bastard man again. However, escape was impossible because Maxwell did not allow it.

"Maxwell, you devil!" she muttered repeatedly, low and resentful.

The gentle breeze of the night crept in through the open window, teasing her hair and clothes. Suddenly, she noticed that the French doors leading to the terrace were not closed.

A surge of excitement rushed through her. Even if it meant escaping, she had to get out from the third floor. She wanted to make Maxwell understand that she was not like Chiyoko, willing to be obediently imprisoned!

Once the idea of escaping took root in her mind, it was hard to shake off. Flora struggled to lift her body, placing her hands on the bed and tremblingly standing up. Suppressing the dizziness and discomfort, she impatiently walked towards the direction of the balcony.

This was the third floor, and jumping down should not be fatal, but definitely not without consequences. Dying from a fall would be easier to handle, but if she ended up crippled, that would be troublesome. Flora stared at the seemingly undecidable height, not knowing what to do. Then she thought, if Robin could climb up, why couldn't she?

Dragging her heavy body, Flora stepped onto the railing, then carefully moved downward. From here to the second floor was where Chiyoko's room was now located. She hoped Chiyoko wasn't in the room.

Although she couldn't escape from the Smith Family mansion, proving her protest by escaping from the third floor would be enough for Maxwell to see. Due to her injured hand, climbing was difficult, and there was a risk of falling if she wasn't careful.

Her luck was surprisingly bad; just as she had moved down a bit along the ornate wall, a cry of surprise came from the second floor. And it was Chiyoko. Startled, Flora, and Chiyoko who was resting on the terrace, locked eyes.

Flora opened her mouth and pleaded, "Don't make a sound. Just pretend you didn't see me. Thank you for cooperating."

"Sure," Chiyoko sneered coldly.

She wouldn't make a sound, but she couldn't let such a good opportunity pass. Turning back into the room, she grabbed a bottle filled with alcohol and walked back out. She raised it, and then smashed it on Flora's head, muttering, "Go to hell!"

Flora screamed, dodging the bottle. Panicking, she loosened her grip on the railing, plummeting to the ground below. With a long and piercing scream, her body drew a vertical line through the night sky, landing in the flowers and grass below.

At the moment of impact between her body and the ground, Flora's chest felt as if it had been shattered, and a faint blush gradually spilled from her mouth. And her abdomen—why was it so painful? Her baby. Thinking of her child, Flora's face instantly turned pale, and she was filled with panic!

Flora curled up in agony on the grass, her gaze passing through the darkness, seeing Chiyoko on the second floor laughing triumphantly. Holding the bottle of wine, mocking and coldly laughing, Chiyoko turned and went back inside.