Chapter 195: Chapter 195

Flora felt a dizzy spell coming over her. Countless figures seemed to be swaying in front of her, Mrs. Smith's, Nancy's, and numerous voices shouting Chiyoko's name, all in panic!

Downstairs, Chiyoko lay in a pool of blood, her body twitching involuntarily due to the pain. Her disheveled hair scattered across her agonized face. She hadn't expected things to turn out like this; tears and blood mixed, flowing onto the floor.

Shouldn't it be Flora who fell, bleeding? Chiyoko looked at Maxwell, who was quickly running towards them, struggling to move her lips, and said in a trembling voice, "My child, Maxwell, save our child."

"Chiyoko, how are you?" Maxwell embraced her, anxiously assessing her condition.

"Go call a doctor!" Mrs. Smith cried out loudly, her hands frozen in the air, wanting to hold Chiyoko's hand but afraid of causing her pain. She was horrified by the gruesome scene unfolding before her, tears streaming down her face.

Chiyoko grasped Maxwell's hand, gazing at his handsome face, and said in a trembling voice, "Maxwell... if our baby dies, you must avenge him, you must."

Tears slid from her eyes, and her vengeful gaze shot straight at Flora, who stood motionless on the staircase. Hatred tormented her heart endlessly, more painful than the wounds on her body!

She wouldn't, couldn't let her baby die in vain, absolutely not!

"What the hell is going on—!?" Mrs. Smith shouted in frustration, her angry gaze suddenly turning towards Flora. She yelled, "Flora! You wicked woman! How could you do this!"

Flora was tongue-tied, not looking at Mrs. Smith but staring blankly at Maxwell, who was also directing a resentful gaze at her. She shook her head, unable to utter a word, indicating her innocence!

However, would anyone believe her? Probably not, right? Just by looking at Maxwell's expression, one could tell he had once again been deceived by Chiyoko, no longer trusting her. It was truly pathetic!

Chiyoko Tokugawa, it was such a waste for her not to become an actress. Even after sustaining such severe injuries, she could still act out the drama. As for her, she could never be her opponent. Just the thought that the one lying on the ground bleeding could have been her made Flora tremble slightly. Could the baby survive? She suddenly felt a bit worried!

Why did the enmity between her and Chiyoko have to involve these innocent little lives? It was so cruel!

Soon, Doctor Alan arrived. Seeing Chiyoko in Maxwell's arms, he was taken aback and quickly said, "Big Young Master, put Miss Chiyoko down quickly." After assisting Chiyoko to lie back on the ground, he immediately began emergency procedures.

Maxwell let go of Chiyoko. His eyes, like enraged lions, suddenly shot toward the still-dumbfounded Flora. Then, he stepped towards her, and Flora, terrified, stared at him, muttering in a low voice, "It's not me."

Maxwell's blue eyes were like those of an infuriated lion, bloodshot. He stood in front of her, raised his hand, and ruthlessly slapped Flora's face.

Flora exclaimed as her body violently swayed to the side. She had to quickly grab onto the nearby railing to steady herself. The force of the slap had muddled her already confused mind. She struggled to rest on the railing, blood trickling down from the corner of her mouth.

This was the first time Maxwell had directly hit her like this. Even in the past, enduring his abuse, he had never delivered a direct slap. Even when he was angry enough to punish her with a whip, it was always through the hands of others.

But today, he actually struck her himself. He was truly furious, truly believed that she had harmed Chiyoko like this. With Chiyoko losing so much blood, could the child still be saved? If the child was gone, would he ever forgive her?

Certainly not! Never again! Flora closed her eyes, feeling that her love with him had cruelly been pushed into a grave. Her body slid weakly to the ground, and the last thing she felt in her fading consciousness was Maxwell's cold face.

It seemed to clearly state that she would never be forgiven in this lifetime.

As her body softly fell, Maxwell, tormented by heartache, quickly reached out and caught her. Trembling, he raised his fingers, wiping away the blood from the corner of her mouth. The pain hidden in his heart was incomprehensible to anyone.

"Maxwell! Get her out of here immediately!" Mrs. Smith shouted, stopping Maxwell, who was about to climb the stairs, and yelled in anger.

Maxwell hesitated, his gaze sweeping across Mrs. Smith's burning face, Chiyoko's tearful face, and Dr. Alan's helpless expression. He turned around, descended the stairs, and headed towards the door.

"Big Young Master...," Darren stared at Maxwell, who had stopped in front of him. He called out softly, and opened his mouth, as if trying to say something, but, after glancing at the chaos inside the house, he ultimately remained silent.

Maxwell looked at him expressionlessly and indifferently said, "Take her away."

"What? Where to?" Darren, observing the unconscious Flora, unconsciously asked. Seeing a hint of impatience on Maxwell's face, he quickly reached out, picked up Flora, and walked towards the door.

After watching Darren's car leave the Smith Family mansion, Maxwell turned back into the house, gazing at the chaotic scene before him. His mind felt somewhat hazy, and he truly wondered if he might faint away as well.

After an extended period of rescue efforts, Doctor Alan couldn't help but reveal the truth, informing everyone of the unfortunate news. Chiyoko had lost the child in her belly, and she was highly likely to have no chance of bearing children in the future.

This news was undoubtedly like a bomb exploding within the Smith Family. Mrs. Smith screamed at Doctor Alan, "Didn't I tell you to ensure the safety of the child? Why couldn't you save it?"

"Madam, I'm sorry. It's because Miss Chiyoko fell too heavily, so..." Doctor Alan hesitated, shrugging his head.

He knew at first glance that it was impossible to save the child. He had refrained from announcing it, fearing that Mrs. Smith would, like now, irrationally blame him for his lack of medical skills.

When Mrs. Smith wanted to continue scolding, she heard Chiyoko sobbing softly. She walked to the bedside, grabbed her hand, and comforted, "Chiyoko, don't cry. If there's no child, we can try again."

Chiyoko burst into loud sobs, agonizingly saying, "The doctor said I can't have children anymore, Aunt. Why is this happening? I don't want to be an incomplete woman! Maxwell surely won't want me anymore! Oh..."

"Don't worry, Maxwell won't abandon you. If he dares to, I won't let him off!" Mrs. Smith glanced at Maxwell, who had been silent beside the liquor cabinet, and gave him a warning look.

Caught in Mrs. Smith's warning gaze, Maxwell avoided her eyes and took a deep breath. Chiyoko's cries echoed in his ears, making him want to escape. Several times he attempted to step away, but each time Mrs. Smith's glare forced him back!

After comforting Chiyoko for a while, Mrs. Smith finally calmed her down. Lifting her tearful eyes, Chiyoko looked at Maxwell, her face full of remorse. She choked, "Maxwell, I'm sorry. I couldn't protect our child. Please don't blame me, okay?"

Maxwell finally moved, walking to the bedside, and looking down at her with a reassuring smile. "How can I blame you? It's not your fault. Rest well and don't think too much."

"Are you really not blaming me?" Chiyoko stared at him in disbelief, thinking he might be angry.

Could it be that she was wrong? However, why did she sense boundless indifference hidden beneath his seemingly gentle smile? Was she seeing things, or was it just her imagination?

"I really don't blame you." Maxwell bent down, closely scrutinizing her. His breath brushed against her face. "Since when did you stop trusting my words? Hm?"

Flora became like this because she was hurt too much by him, but why did Chiyoko change too? Was the present Maxwell truly so untrustworthy? Thinking of Flora, his heart began to ache.

"Oh, no, I didn't stop trusting you. I was just too happy. I didn't expect you to be so considerate." Chiyoko hastily shook her head, smiling as she spoke. With Maxwell's words, she felt more at ease.

If losing the child could rekindle Maxwell's love for her, she was willing—willing a thousand times over!

"As long as you're happy. Don't be sad; rest well." After saying this, Maxwell straightened up and walked toward the door. In that moment of turning around, the smile disappeared from his lips, replaced by indifference—indifference mingled with helplessness and sadness.

"Maxwell, where are you going?" Mrs. Smith suddenly called out, questioning his retreating figure. Flora had only been sent away this afternoon, and she was worried that Maxwell would go looking for her!

Maxwell halted, turned around to face Mrs. Smith, and his expression softened. "Aunt, I have a meeting tomorrow, so I want to go to bed early. You should get some rest too, and Chiyoko needs to rest as well, right?"

"Yeah, go ahead. Remember to come back early after work tomorrow," Mrs. Smith advised, feeling a bit relieved. As long as he agreed to go to sleep, she wouldn't have to worry about him going out late at night. It seemed that he was truly angry this time and had made up his mind to ignore Flora. That's good; she had been hoping for Maxwell to come to his senses.

When the dawn broke, Flora habitually woke up from her dreams, instinctively searching for that warm embrace. However, this time, she found nothing. The side of her body was cool, devoid of any warmth.

She abruptly opened her eyes, realizing that she was not in her familiar bedroom. Everything around her, including the air, was unfamiliar. It was only then that Flora recalled everything that had happened yesterday.

Chiyoko fell, there was so much blood, Maxwell blamed her and even hit her, and then... what happened next, she couldn't remember. She only knew that Maxwell was extremely angry, almost as if he wanted to kill her!

But why had she ended up in this unfamiliar place? Who brought her here? Could it be him? While she was still puzzled, the door was gently pushed open. Flora quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep, but she couldn't help observing the other person!

Approaching with steady and graceful steps, the person walked to her bedside. Bending down to assess Flora lying on the bed, they raised their hand, gently covering her forehead, as if checking for a fever.

Flora's long eyelashes trembled, and she couldn't resist opening her eyes. In front of her was the handsome face she had been yearning for even in her dreams. Joy and excitement filled her at this moment, portraying her most genuine emotions.

"Maxwell!" Flora excitedly threw herself into his arms, tightly hugging his neck. In his embrace, she choked out, "I didn't push her, truly, I didn't. She pushed me first. Will you believe me?"

After letting go of his neck, creating a little distance, she stared at him, awaiting his response to her words. However, why did she feel that the smile before her was so illusory, nothing like the tender expressions Maxwell usually revealed? Could it be...? Flora suddenly released him, her body falling heavily back onto the bed, but her gaze couldn't help but sweep across his face.

"I believe you, always have." He brushed away the strands of hair from Flora's forehead, incredibly gentle, moving her deeply.

Unfortunately, Flora's mind was occupied with too much; she had no room to be moved.

She stared at him in shock. "You're not Maxwell! You're Kevin? No, Oliver!" Yes, only Oliver possessed such a tender and considerate smile, such elegant behavior!

"I am Oliver." Oliver had to say these words with great pain; he didn't want to deceive her, but he had no choice but to lie to her. He wanted to kiss her, but in the end, he forcibly resisted and used his hand to gently stroke her swollen right cheek. Yesterday afternoon, Maxwell had struck her so hard; it must hurt! Deep remorse could only be hidden in his heart because he had no right to apologize to her.

"Second Young Master! Why are you here? Where is this?" Flora quickly shook off his hand, got off the bed, and walked to the French windows, looking towards the door. She discovered that it was all unfamiliar outside, with a garden below. Considering the luxurious decoration inside, this should be an opulent villa, Oliver's residence?

Wasn't he supposed to be in England? Why did it not look like England at all? Waking up to see Oliver, where was Maxwell? Did he really not want her anymore? Shouldn't he be staying at home with Chiyoko right now?

"This is City W. I thought you might not be suitable to stay at the Smith Family mansion anymore, so I brought you here. You don't mind, do you?" Oliver walked to her side, reaching out to take her hand.

Flora instinctively flinched, evading his hand and stepping aside. Her gaze fell on the slightly reflective French windows, watching his reflection, waiting for an answer. She needed to know what was going on.

Oliver realized that his actions were a bit too much and awkwardly withdrew his hand, comforting her, "Flora, you don't need to worry. It's safe to stay here, and you can peacefully give birth to the child."

"And Maxwell? Does he plan to never see me again?" Flora lifted her face slightly, tears in her eyes as she looked at him and asked. If not, why would she let Oliver bring her here?

In a hurry, Oliver explained, "No, he's busy right now. He'll come to take you back once he's done."

"Busy?" Flora sneered inwardly. Busy taking care of Chiyoko, perhaps? She knew he must hate her now. But she couldn't make him stop hating her. She could only blame Chiyoko for being too good at acting.

In this life, it seemed that she and Maxwell were not destined to be together. This love was too unbelievable, and losing it was normal. In this game of love, she loved too exhaustingly. It was time to let go!

Taking a deep breath, wiping away the tears in her eyes, at this moment, she decided to start forgetting him. To free each other, to end the torment of this purgatory. Why did she feel so heartbroken making a decision that should have been made long ago?

"Flora, what's wrong?" Oliver, seeing her silent, scrutinized her with concern and asked.

Flora shook her head, forcing a smile. "It's nothing. Leaving is probably for the best. I've wanted to leave the Smith Family mansion, full of crises, for a long time. Second Young Master, thank you for taking me in, but I feel I shouldn't stay here indefinitely, so..."

"Flora, do you want to leave here? Do you know how dangerous it is outside?" Oliver interrupted her, sounding concerned. "The Yota Gang is keeping a close eye, and I'm afraid you might be ambushed the moment you step out of this house."

Flora was startled by his words and asked, "Why? Because of the necklace?" Did the Yota Gang insist on silencing her? She knew nothing; she shouldn't have tangled with such people!

"Yes..." Oliver could only answer this way, even though it wasn't true. The main reason was Chiyoko! To avoid implicating others, he had to manage Chiyoko's temper for now and wait for the right moment to bring Flora back!

Flora sighed helplessly, soothing her swollen belly. If it were just her, she wouldn't care. It would only be death, and it might not be more painful than living. Perhaps, that would be another form of relief?

However, she wasn't alone now; the baby had started to be aware and kicked. She had an obligation to be a good mother, to protect the baby's healthy growth.

In a low murmur, Oliver pleaded, "Flora, you must not leave here, you must..."

"Second Young Master, don't worry. I won't leave. I'll wait for things to settle down before figuring out a way to leave," Flora reassured him, seeing his anxiety.

"That's good." Oliver felt a little relieved. Until he had everything sorted out, he couldn't let her leave this house! Just one month, he promised, and he would handle everything, providing a quiet and comfortable environment for them to live in peace – a blissful married life.

Finally, Flora thought of something and asked, studying him, "Oliver, weren't you in England? Why did you suddenly come back?"

"I came back a few days ago because I had some business in City W, so I didn't have time to go home. Yesterday, when I went back, I happened to witness what was happening at home, so..." He replaced the rest of the sentence with a smile. This was the excuse he had planned early on. To avoid her suspicion, he had even cut his hair short and reverted to Oliver's signature cologne.

He thought he wouldn't have to play Oliver again, but it seemed he still had to, as he couldn't let Flora know about his and Oliver's identities temporarily. He was afraid she wouldn't be able to accept it, especially now that she was a heavily pregnant woman, not suitable for too much excitement!

Most importantly, he feared she would cause a scene after finding out, ruining the plans he had in progress.

"So, you brought me here?" Flora asked with a bitter smile. In reality, she wanted to inquire about Maxwell and Chiyoko, but she couldn't bring herself to ask. What else was there to ask?

Chiyoko's child was definitely gone. Flora should have been happy, but there was no joy in her heart. She couldn't help but feel a bit sympathetic. As women who loved with all their hearts, what was the difference between her and Chiyoko? Just two pitiful souls!

And Maxwell, what was he doing at this moment? He must be very sad. It was evident he cared about that child. Suddenly losing it, how could he not be heartbroken? She should understand him; after all, he had also been deceived by Chiyoko's acting.

"Yes, but please believe that my Big Brother will come to pick you up one day," Oliver reassured once again.

Flora took a sorrowful breath and said resignedly, "There's no point in being brought back. Instead of everyone living in such pain, everyone should find release together."

"Flora, have you given up?" Oliver pressed her shoulders, looking down at her with urgency. How could she utter such pessimistic words? How could she give up? He knew he was useless, letting her endure so much pain, but he had been trying hard to solve the problems because he genuinely wanted to live with her forever!

"It's not me who gave up, it's him..." Flora said sorrowfully, then looked at him steadily, asking, "Second Young Master, do you believe me? Chiyoko tried to push me down the stairs, but she ended up falling herself."

"I believe you."

"But he doesn't believe. If he truly loves me, how can he repeatedly doubt me, always mistrusting me?"

"Perhaps... he needs time. He will understand one day," Oliver said, his heart anxious. He really wanted to hold her and tell her loudly that he always believed in her because she was so kind and adorable.

But he couldn't do that; he would let her misunderstand for a while. After he resolved Chiyoko's situation, he would explain it to her properly. After all, whatever he said now, Flora wouldn't believe it, and he couldn't reveal his true identity.

Flora didn't care. She didn't have so much time for him to figure things out. If every misunderstanding required time to be understood, how many good days did she have left in her life?

Not wanting to continue the discussion, Flora looked at him and said, "Second Young Master, you don't need to say anything more. I really appreciate your concern. The relationship between Maxwell and me was already fragile, and I can come to terms with it."

Oliver watched her turn back to the bed, seeming unwilling to speak further. After hesitating for a moment, he had to leave the bedroom. Countless words he wanted to say to Flora turned into a soft sigh. He found himself increasingly fond of sighing!