Chapter 138: Chapter 138

"Yes, Madam." Doctor Alan acknowledged and turned to leave. Before stepping out, he was startled by a sudden figure. Immediately, he lowered his head and greeted, "Hello, Big Young Master!"

It was evident that Maxwell had overheard Mrs. Smith's words earlier.

Mrs. Smith and Chiyoko were also momentarily stunned by Maxwell's sudden appearance. Mrs. Smith felt a hint of panic and silently scolded herself for not hearing the sound of his car earlier.

"Maxwell..." Suppressing the slight turmoil within, Mrs. Smith stared at Maxwell, who looked gloomy. She lightly laughed with an extremely measured tone, "I hope you won't mind how I'm handling this."

"I don't, Aunt. Just do as you see fit," Maxwell replied with a smile. Not because he cared about Mrs. Smith, not because he dared not defy her, but because he genuinely wanted to do it this way.

Kevin! He wanted to see how arrogant he could be! Thinking about the words and smiles Kevin had shown him earlier in the morning, he felt an itching hatred! Lose? He, Maxwell, never accepted defeat!

And that despicable woman, wanting to live a good life, trying to preserve the love child between her and Kevin? He wanted to crush it in another world. He was already driven almost insane by jealousy and rage!

Mrs. Smith was overjoyed, giving Doctor Alan a meaningful look, and urging her to hurry. Doctor Alan, seeing that Maxwell had accepted Mrs. Smith's decision, nodded and quickly left. For them, a woman having an abortion was as normal and straightforward as it could be. After all, they couldn't understand Flora's feelings!

Flora was taken to the medical room in the backyard, staring at the fully equipped devices before her, a hint of terror slowly gathering in her heart. It coalesced into a scream that overflowed from her mouth.

"No! What are you going to do?!" Flora struggled, rolling off the small bed, screaming. Even if she didn't recognize these instruments, she could guess what they were for!

Maxwell! That jerk really wanted to kill her baby? How could he be so heartless? How could he?!

Several maids and Nancy grabbed her expressionlessly, pressing her back onto the bed, and holding her down tightly. Seeing her cry like this, Doctor Alan couldn't help but feel a twinge of compassion and reassured her, "Miss Flora, you don't need to be afraid. It'll be over in a moment. Don't move around..."

"No, how can you be so cruel!? Don't do this to me... Help—!" She screamed, struggling on the operating table. With injuries on her body and hands, she couldn't afford to consider these things. Tears and sweat blurred her vision, and at this moment, all she could do was cry!

Watching Doctor Alan manipulate the instruments and hearing the clinking sound of the bottles, Flora became desperate. In this vast mansion, no one could save her. She suddenly missed Oliver, the Second Young Master she hadn't seen for a long time. If he were here, he would surely save her!

In the bedroom on the second floor, Maxwell leaned against the liquor cabinet. The faint cries coming from the backyard stimulated his eardrums. His heart irregularly followed the crying, gradually tightening.

The joints of the fingers tightly gripping the transparent glass turned white, and the red liquid in the glass emitted a faint blood-red light, swaying quietly.

Suppressing the urge to intervene, he reminded himself repeatedly in his heart that he couldn't be merciful to her anymore, couldn't be influenced by her, couldn't change his methods because of her!

"Miss Flora, please cooperate a little." Doctor Alan looked at the struggling Flora and reluctantly pleaded. He couldn't disobey the Big Young Master's orders. However, Flora refused to cooperate...

"You bastards! I want to see Maxwell! I want to see him!" Flora shouted, in her confusion, she viciously bit the hand holding onto her arm. It wasn't clear who she bit, but after Nancy screamed, she quickly released her.

However, she soon grabbed her hair with the injured hand, the other hand fiercely slapped her right cheek, cursing, "Bitch! Dare to bite me?! Big Young Master doesn't have time to see you. If you don't be quiet, I'll kill you!"

Having finally seized the opportunity to teach her a lesson, Nancy naturally wouldn't let it pass. The second slap landed on her left cheek with the same force.

Flora was struck, feeling dizzy and disoriented. She screamed continuously, but still, regardless of her life, she continued to curse, "Maxwell, how can you heartlessly murder your own child? You'll have a miserable fate! You will face retribution! Ouch—!"

"Shut up!" Nancy, hearing her ominous words, hurriedly said to Doctor Alan, "Quick, give her a sedative. What are you waiting for?" Mrs. Smith detested hearing such ominous words; she had to stop Flora from continuing to scream madly!

"Hey! Let go of Flora!" Suddenly, Robin's angry shout came from the medical room's doorway. Hearing Flora's cries, Robin rushed into the medical room, pushing Doctor Alan aside and grabbing a syringe from the table. He ruthlessly jabbed it into Nancy, shouting, "Let go of Flora! Let her go!"

"Ouch—!" Nancy screamed and quickly released Flora, retreating a few steps in pain.

The other maids, seeing the syringe in Robin's hand, screamed and scattered. Several people against one child was no problem for them, but the difficulty lay in the fact that Robin was the Smith Family's Little Young Master. They were afraid of harming him.

"Anyone who dares to touch Flora, I'll stab them to death!" Robin threatened boldly, scaring everyone into not daring to move.

Flora gradually stopped her hoarse shouting. Only her bright eyes kept streaming with tears. Tears and sweat dampened the strands of hair on her pillow. Her tearful eyes stared blankly at Robin, who was like a little warrior.

Gratitude and pain mixed in her tears. She lay limp on the operating table, her resentful gaze turning towards the pristine ceiling. Suddenly feeling the entire ceiling spinning, she was truly exhausted and just wanted to sleep!

Seeing that they had frightened everyone into submission, Robin turned his attention to Flora. He grabbed tissues from the table and wiped away her tears, comforting her, "Flora, you don't need to be afraid. I will protect you." Making grand promises was always his favorite thing to do!

Flora felt her entire body and mind relax. She nodded gently, and a new wave of tears welled up in her eyes. Currently, besides trusting and relying on him, she couldn't find a second person to speak up for her.

Although his shoulders were frail and hard to truly rely on, Flora still felt moved and grateful!

Just when she thought she could have a brief respite, she suddenly heard Mrs. Smith's anxious voice at the door, "Quick, go in and get Little Young Master out, hurry!" Then, a flurry of hurried footsteps, and several security staffs quickly entered.

One security guard lifted Robin off the ground and turned to leave. Robin was encircled in their arms, desperately shouting, "Let go of me... idiots! If you don't let go, I'll have my Big Brother shoot you! Hey... Auntie, release Flora! Flora is so pitiful, she's really pitiful!"

"Quick, bring Little Young Master back inside!" Mrs. Smith commanded.

Then, Robin's voice faded away, disappearing.

Flora's nerves, which had just relaxed, tightened once again. She bit her lips and sobbed softly.