Chapter 135: Chapter 135

"No," Maxwell gritted his teeth, without hesitation. How could he possibly want a child with an enemy? How could he want a child with someone he didn't love? It was a question he didn't even need to consider!

His words chilled Flora's heart to an icy point, her face turned ashamedly pale. Maxwell! He truly was a heartless and cruel man! A demon who would even willingly kill his own child!

Cold, bone-chilling coldness spread from the depths of her being, coursing through her veins and reaching every limb. Even her expression and voice turned cold, "Since that's the case, there's no need for me to lie and say this child is yours."

Maxwell was taken aback. Even though he had already guessed the result, hearing her words still hurt him deeply. He closed his eyes with a slight shake of his head. Disappointment and anger intertwined, surging over his heart like a tide.

His broad hand clenched into a fist and slammed down forcefully. Flora quickly closed her eyes, not waiting for the pain before opening them again. She found his fist hitting the soft bed beside her. The expression on his face was indescribable.

Maxwell! He clearly didn't want this child, clearly didn't love her, so why did disappointment show on his face? Even if he hated her for infidelity, hated her for lying, that expression shouldn't be there!

"Maxwell! If you have any trace of humanity left, you shouldn't take it out on the life of a child..." Flora stared at him, speaking without any hope.

After a blank moment, Maxwell finally regained his ability to think. Sneering at her, he said, "You knew early on that I'm a heartless person. Now you're talking to me about humanity?"

Leaning in, he stared at her up close with a cold smirk, his lips opening sensually as he spoke each word, "Miss Flora, there's no need to talk about humanity with a certain kind of person, especially a woman like you, who's despicable to the core. Understand?"

Flora gasped for breath, her hands and feet icy cold as she stared blankly at him, listening to those chilling words escaping his lips. She finally realized that pleading with him was futile, but she didn't want to give in like this!

"You really shouldn't have, under any circumstances, provoked Kevin, do you know?" His lips continued to move above his facial features, uttering words that made her head spin.

Kevin wanted him dead, stole his clients, stole his woman! And to make it worse, Kevin was his little brother! Since Kevin showed no semblance of brotherly love, why should he bother? Maxwell was never a weak or sentimental person.

People who dared to harm him should be prepared to face the consequences. And how could he allow his woman to carry Kevin's child? To give birth to his child?

Flora felt a dizzying sensation in her head, and Maxwell's figure was constantly swaying, becoming increasingly blurry. The discomfort throughout her body left her paralyzed on the large bed, unable to move. It felt like her entire life was about to reach its end.

Maxwell looked at her, who was with a face ashen as death, surprisingly unmoved. His heart had been deeply wounded by this news, and he had no consideration for her feelings.

He turned around and walked out without a backward glance.

Downstairs, Mrs. Smith, who was inquiring about the situation from Doctor Alan, looked towards Maxwell, who was coming downstairs. She asked with a mocking expression, "Flora should tell you that the child is yours, right? Maxwell, do you believe what she says?"

Maxwell deeply suppressed the complex emotions and asked calmly, "Why wouldn't I believe it?"

He disliked seeing Mrs. Smith so confident, and he disliked even more Chiyoko's schadenfreude and relieved expression, as if all of this was expected and the desired outcome.

Chiyoko sat quietly on the side. At times like this, she was always silent. She was the protagonist of the event and also an observer. What she needed to do was quietly observe the psychological changes and behaviors of Maxwell and Mrs. Smith.

"Flora ran away for more than a month, and suddenly, when she came back, she found out she was pregnant. Do you think this child could be yours? Can her words be trusted?" Mrs. Smith expressed her dissatisfaction with Maxwell's apparent indifference. She felt that Maxwell was always being played by that woman, influenced by her time and time again!

"Not trustworthy!" Maxwell sneered and took a step towards the front door. He really didn't want to hear Mrs. Smith's nagging anymore. What they didn't know was that Flora never deigned to tell a lie, and she hadn't claimed that the child was his from start to finish.

Mrs. Smith didn't understand Flora and regarded her as the type of woman who sought power and influence. So in this state of confusion, Maxwell didn't know how to communicate with Mrs. Smith, feeling the need to escape!

"Maxwell! Where are you going?" Mrs. Smith hurriedly stopped him and asked with concern as she followed, "Maxwell, are you okay? Are you going out today?" Even if Maxwell didn't admit it, she could already sense his feelings for Flora.

With today's events, how could Maxwell, with such a strong sense of pride, endure it? At that moment, he seemed so calm. This made her even more worried. She'd rather see him explode like before, which at least seemed normal.

Maxwell stopped, and surprisingly, he still managed to maintain the smile he usually wore when facing Mrs. Smith. He said, "Aunt, I'm going to the company, it's a working day today."

"Oh..." Mrs. Smith was a bit stunned. Right, today was a working day, and Maxwell usually went to work on time. Why did she feel so awkward and abnormal today?

As Maxwell prepared to leave again, Doctor Alan, who had been silently standing by without speaking, looked up and cautiously called out to Maxwell's back, "Big Young Master...please wait."

"What's the matter?" Maxwell glanced at him and asked, his expression no longer as polite as when facing Mrs. Smith. After all, pretending to smile was a painful thing, and he was about to reach his limit.

Doctor Alan lowered his head slightly and asked, "May I ask, Big Young Master, about Miss Flora's situation... um... is the child to be kept?" Yesterday, from what Maxwell knew when he disappeared, it was evident how much hatred he harbored for this child. According to his usual style, he would most likely heartlessly get rid of it. However, just to be sure, he needed to ask.