Chapter 134: Chapter 134

"Help! Save my child..." Flora murmured in pain, the abdominal agony making it nearly impossible for her to speak.

Cold sweat instantly covered her forehead, and blood stains shamefully marked her body. However, she didn't know where the blood was coming from because her entire body was in pain, and the distinction between what was and wasn't hurting had become blurred.

Gradually, the garden became lively, filled with onlookers eager for a spectacle. Nancy glared at Flora, who was curled up in pain on the ground, bloodstains covering her. She watched coldly and prevented anyone from approaching Flora, enjoying the sight of her suffering and the continuously flowing blush of blood.

On the other side, Maxwell was diligently working in his study, listening to the faint commotion coming from the yard with a slightly displeased expression. Just as he reached for the intercom to instruct Nancy to quiet them down, the study door was suddenly pushed open.

Robin rushed in like a gust of wind, urgently grabbing Maxwell's arm and shouting, "Big Brother, something's wrong! Flora tried to climb the stairs like I did and fell. She's bleeding a lot, and she might be dying!"

Maxwell was alarmed, too preoccupied to consider whether Robin, a mischief-maker, was worth believing. He quickly stood up and rushed downstairs, his heart pounding like it was being consumed by a raging fire. Was she really dying?

As Maxwell pushed through the crowd, Flora had indeed fallen amidst the green flowers and grass, her body trembling and convulsing. Blood had almost dyed her entire body red. Her lips were moving, repeating something that no one could hear.

"Flora!" Maxwell roared, kneeling to cradle her body, staring at her face stained with blood. Where was she injured? Why was there so much blood? What the hell was she doing? Did she think it was easy to escape from the third floor?

Flora weakly opened her eyes, meeting his gaze, and with the last bit of strength, she struggled to speak, "Big Young Master, save me and my child. I haven't lied to you... haven't deceived you..."

"What child? Speak clearly!" Maxwell glared at her furiously.

Flora wanted to explain, but she was too weak to say another word. Her body went limp in his arms, and she repeated with difficulty, "Child...my baby..." She didn't know if Maxwell would welcome this child, if he would save it, but she didn't want to lose it. When she chose to keep it in the hospital, she had already considered it a part of her life.

"Flora!" Maxwell cradled her face, gently patting it and calling out softly.

She just stared blankly with wide-open eyes. What lingered in her mind was still her child, confusing and puzzling everyone!

Maxwell panicked, a panic he had never experienced before. He lifted her body and rushed upstairs, shouting to the maids nearby, "Call the doctor, quickly!"

Mrs. Smith, who had changed into her sleepwear and was ready for bed, heard the commotion. With Chiyoko's support, she rushed out and happened to see Maxwell running back with Flora in his arms. Surprised, she asked, "What's happening?

What happened?"

Maxwell didn't answer her because there was no time. He passed her and continued rushing forward.

Mrs. Smith stared at his retreating figure and exclaimed, "What is Flora up to again!"

"Aunt, we'll know when we go upstairs," Chiyoko chuckled, leading Mrs. Smith upstairs. She was eager to see how that woman would meet her end, what a thrilling moment it would be!

Doctor Alan arrived quickly, and Flora, somehow finding the strength, grabbed his white coat when she saw him. She struggled to speak, "Child... save my child..."

Doctor Alan was startled, noticing her clutching her abdomen, and quickly understood. He swiftly began the rescue, and Flora finally breathed a sigh of relief, closing her eyes slightly. Finally, she could get some rest.

When she woke up, it was already the morning of the next day. Flora struggled to move her body, feeling as if she had been run over by a car—every inch of her was in excruciating pain!

She turned her head slightly and realized she was lying on Maxwell's large bed. She remembered he had carried her up last night. However, she couldn't fathom why he would do such a thing. Wasn't he supposed to hate her? Was it because he feared trouble?

Thinking of her child, her body shivered. Involuntarily, her hands caressed her abdomen. Was the child still there? Who could tell her? Anxious, she looked around, trying to find someone to ask, but there was no one in sight.

Where were the people? Where did everyone go in the vast Smith Family mansion?

Finally, the door was pushed open, and Robin peeked in, seeing that Flora had awakened. He walked in with a cheerful smile, leaning on the bed, "Flora, you're awake? Oh, serves you right for trying to imitate me, huh?"

Looking at his smiling face, Flora couldn't manage a smile. She asked, "Where is your Big Brother? Where is he?" She wanted to know if he knew about her pregnancy and if he cruelly aborted her child.

She remembered Maxwell's loud roar when he heard her mention the child last night. What did that roar signify? Rejection of the child? If so, how could she protect it if the child was still there?

"You want to see my Big Brother? I'll go call him for you," Robin said and turned to run towards the door. Just as he opened it, he saw Maxwell about to come in. He tilted his head up and shouted, "Big Brother, Flora is looking for you."

"Hmm." Maxwell responded with a dark expression.

Robin obediently left the room, remembering a rule—if Maxwell and Flora were together, he had no business there.

Maxwell closed the door behind him and walked to Flora's bedside, coldly staring down at her. As Flora felt the chill emanating from him, she involuntarily trembled, struggling to ask about the child, but the words got stuck in her throat.

"Whose child is it?" Maxwell stood tall by her bed, his voice icy to the extreme.

The cold aura he exuded made Flora shiver again, and his attitude left her unsure of how to answer.

Nonetheless, she took a deep breath, daringly asking in a trembling voice, "If it's yours, would you want it?"

Maxwell leaned in, using his right hand to grip her chin, gritting his teeth, "Your question implies that the child can't be mine, right? So, you've been hiding it from everyone? Trying desperately to escape?"

"I could say anything, but you won't believe it, so why bother asking?" Flora sighed. Regardless of whose child it was, he wouldn't spare her. Just like she had been repeating that there was no vague relationship with Kevin, Maxwell also never believed her.

"You just need to tell me whose child it is!" Maxwell continued to grip her chin, growling impatiently.

"You haven't told me whether you would want this child." Flora fearlessly met his gaze, her anxious heart pounding 'thump, thump.' This demon... would he kill her child? Would he?