Chapter 140: Chapter 140

"Even if it's yours, if you let her have the child, what about Chiyoko? Chiyoko is your fiancée!" Mrs. Smith was extremely anxious; how could she let Flora give birth to Maxwell's son? It was not permissible!

If this child belonged to Chiyoko, she would be overjoyed and probably faint from happiness. After all, she also hoped for Maxwell to start a family and have children sooner.

Chiyoko listened to Mrs. Smith's words, staring at Maxwell with tear-filled eyes, waiting for his response.

Maxwell glanced at Chiyoko and indifferently stated, "I've said it before; you, Chiyoko Tokugawa, is no longer my fiancée. If you're smart, go back to Japan immediately. Even if you want Itou Tokugawa to do something to me, it doesn't matter!"

"Maxwell..." Chiyoko choked out, never expecting that after such a long time, this was the same response she received from him. Maxwell had not forgiven her, nor had he fallen in love with her again. Was his heart made of stone? So cold and unyielding?

"I won't allow you to dissolve the engagement!" Mrs. Smith reprimanded in frustration. "Maxwell, do you think marriage is something you can play with and dissolve at will?" The influence of the Yota Gang was well known even to everyone like her who stayed at the Smith Family mansion. Who dared to provoke them?

"Aunt, let me decide on this matter. After all, it's my lifelong affair." Maxwell lightly chuckled and said, his voice unyieldingly firm.

While Mrs. Smith was still in frustration, he passed by the two of them and went upstairs.

Once again, he brought her into his bedroom, once again placing her on his bed. Again and again, he didn't know how many more days she could sleep on this bed!

When he placed her on the bed, he realized she had fallen asleep at some point. Did she fall asleep so quickly because she was tired of crying? Or did she succumb to exhaustion? Unable to resist, he reached out with his warm hand, gently brushing away the strands of hair dampened by sweat and tears on her forehead.

Observing her face, marked with traces of tears, he looked at her and whispered, "Flora, I hope you haven't lied this time, or I won't spare you!"

Suddenly, he felt that he had become someone who only shouted slogans and couldn't follow through. Every time he said he wouldn't spare her and would punish her severely, but every time, in the end, he was softened by her tears.

Flora awoke from her slumber. A familiar, uniquely Maxwell's scent wafted into her nose. Her heart skipped a beat, and she abruptly opened her eyes, staring at the familiar ceiling. She realized with shock that she was lying on Maxwell's bed!

Gently closing her eyes, the events of the previous night played back in her mind. Her small hand instinctively covered her abdomen. Her baby... luckily, still safe!

She wondered how Maxwell would treat her next. Was he really willing to let her and the baby go? Was he sincerely willing, given his cruelty? She couldn't believe it!

Moving her body with difficulty, she felt sore all over, and her clothes had been changed. The wounds on her fingers had been bandaged. All of this surprised and touched her, especially considering she had just struggled back from the brink of life and death. The emotions in her heart were numerous, and even a small favor could move her to tears!

Suddenly, the bedroom door was gently pushed open. Flora was startled and quickly turned her head to the door, only to find Betty. Relief washed over her face. Luckily, it wasn't Maxwell. God knows how scared she was to see anyone of the Smith Family right now!

Seeing Flora awake, Betty relaxed her steps and walked towards the bedside, smiling, "Flora, you've finally woken up. You must be starving since you missed breakfast. I'll get you something to eat right away." She turned and floated away.

In less than five minutes, she returned with a bowl of nutritious porridge and placed it on the table, saying, "Hurry and eat while it's hot. Eating more will make your baby in the belly healthier."

Flora stared at her, opened her mouth in surprise, but couldn't find the words. She was truly astonished. Betty was clearly responsible for the backyard, so why was she in the main house, and why was she being so kind to her?

Betty understood her confusion, smiling as she said, "Big Young Master asked me to take care of your daily life from now on and ordered Nancy to keep her distance from you. I guess Big Young Master felt at ease letting me take care of you because of our previous good relationship."

In this regard, she was not wrong. When she worked as a maid here before, only a few maids in the backyard had a slightly better relationship with Flora. The ones in the front yard were all influenced by Nancy and couldn't wait for her to die one day.

"Um, thank you," Flora gratefully said, not fully understanding Maxwell's intentions. Was it genuine or just a show? She couldn't fathom it and didn't think it was necessary to figure it out.

"You're welcome; it's part of my job," Betty said, smiling as she helped Flora sit up.

Flora was indeed hungry. She hadn't eaten anything since last night, so she took the porridge from Betty and said, "Let me do it myself." She quickly devoured the contents of the bowl.

Seeing her so hungry, Betty asked with concern, "Do you want more? There's more downstairs."

Flora shook her head.

After Betty left, Flora, dragging her heavy body, got out of bed and stood in front of the floor-length mirror, carefully inspecting herself. The slap marks on her face had turned from red to purple, and the bruises on her arms had taken on a bluish hue.

Unable to bear the sight any longer, Flora stepped away from the mirror, walked out onto the terrace, and breathed in the fresh air outside. The gentle sunlight warmed her, finally giving her a hint of vitality.

To avoid meeting Mrs. Smith and Chiyoko, Flora stayed in her room and didn't go out. Even lunch was brought to her by Betty. After finishing her lunch, she brought a pile of magazines to the terrace and began reading.

The magazines in Maxwell's room were mostly related to finance. Flora casually flipped through them, finding them rather uninteresting. She nestled in a lounge chair, silently gazing into the distance at the beautiful sea. The scenic view here was captivating, yet she lacked the mood to appreciate it.

After sitting idle for a while, she drifted off to sleep, unsure of how long she had slept until she suddenly woke up. Perhaps she was too sensitive or frightened by a certain atmosphere, causing her to wake abruptly.

The sun had set, and the boring day had finally come to an end. Flora moved her numb body and turned her head to search for that unsettling presence.

Finally, on her left, she saw a robust figure, unmistakably Maxwell. Without lifting her head, she could sense his presence. Her body involuntarily shrank a bit, starting to feel uneasy.

But she still lifted her gaze slightly, meeting his emotionless eyes. His expression lacked the cruel, bloodthirsty demeanor from the previous night, yet there was still no trace of warmth. At this moment, Flora had no idea how to face him.