Chapter 200: Chapter 200

Maxwell tightened his arms, holding her close. Flora, hearing his pained voice, was moved and tenderly embraced his head, holding him in her arms. She could imagine that kind of pain!

"Why didn't you tell me the truth?" Flora's fingers intertwined in his hair, embracing him, she murmured.

"No one knew about this matter, just like the Oliver incident, it's a secret. I was afraid that if you knew, you wouldn't be able to cooperate with me. Oliver's incident, even Aunt didn't know until recently. Besides Aunt and Mrs. Davis, Kevin, no one else knows. Flora, can you understand me?"

Maxwell lifted his head from her embrace, looking at her earnestly as he asked.

Since he came in, Flora had been in a state of constant surprise. She hadn't expected Maxwell to hide so many secrets. Should she understand him? Of course, she should, but she couldn't show it; nothing should come easy!

Flora turned her face away, deliberately not looking at him. If she couldn't see the disheveled state on him, the helplessness and pain on his face, her heart wouldn't be so uncomfortable.

It had always been him talking, and whether what he said was true remained to be seen. This time, she couldn't make it easy for him. She couldn't just go back home with a few sweet words. Flora thought to herself.

In the room, there was a moment of silence. Flora struggled to process one surprising piece of news after another. Chiyoko's child wasn't Maxwell's, which was excellent news! However...

"Now that the child is gone, and the evidence is gone, what do we do next?" Even though it was a caring question, Flora deliberately asked it indifferently, looking at him expressionlessly.

Maxwell smiled and reassured, "Flora, you don't need to worry about me. I will find other evidence; I will find it. You can rest assured." He clasped her small hand in both of his, thinking happily that his precious girl was starting to care about him. Success seemed not far away.

Before he could finish feeling pleased, her small hand quickly pulled away. He heard Flora's indifferent words, "Who cares about you? I'm worried about myself and the baby. I'm worried that you'll drag us down again."

As she expected, Maxwell's face, which had been smiling brightly, suddenly turned dark, completely hit.

Pretending not to see his gloom, Flora pushed him away and stood up from the edge of the bed. She turned her back to him and said, neither cold nor warm, "Alright, your explanation was fascinating. You can make a perfect exit now! Go!"

Maxwell was startled. Staring at her back anxiously, he asked, "Flora, aren't you coming back with me? Won't you forgive me?" He told her everything, and even performed some scenes to gain her sympathy. Yet, she completely ignored him? Was she still as stubborn as when he first came in?

"Do you think you deserve forgiveness? Go away; I won't go back with you." Flora moved forward, forcefully pushing him toward the door. Irritated, she said, "Go quickly; I want to sleep!"

"Flora..." Maxwell, anxious, grabbed her arms, not letting her use brute force to push him out. He lowered his head, gazing at her with pleading eyes, "Flora, come back with me. I've explained everything, and you know the reasons. Why won't you forgive me? Why won't you come back home with me?"

"Do you think I'm a fool? Do you expect me to obediently go back with you just based on a few sweet words? I'm not the naive Flora from before!" Flora stubbornly pushed him towards the door, her heart filled with an unyielding determination.

"Flora, then tell me, what do I need to do for you to be willing to come back with me?" Maxwell didn't dare to confront her directly. Now that she was pregnant, pregnant women were the most crucial! He was afraid that a small mistake could harm the fetus!

"I won't forgive you no matter what!" Flora declared coldly and menacingly. "Whether you leave or not, I will leave on my own!" After saying this, she made a gesture to walk towards the door. As expected, Maxwell anxiously grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

"Okay, I'll go. I'll come to pick you up tonight. I hope you can calm down, figure everything out, forgive me, and come back with me." He compromised! Now she was the queen, and he was no match for her!

Lowering his head, he gently kissed her lips and said, "Rest well. I won't disturb you anymore. See you tonight, my love."

After saying this, he stood still, gazing at her, waiting for her to stop him, waiting for her to change her mind and go back with him. However, Flora just lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes covering all emotions in her eyes.

Only when Maxwell turned and walked away did her eyelashes tremble slightly, like a fan, and tears the size of beans rolled down, dropping onto the wool carpet, leaving circles of imprints.

He left, and she began to feel reluctant. She didn't understand why she was torturing herself like this. She loved him, she wanted to go home with him, but her actions were different!

Turning around, she quickly ran out to the terrace. She saw Maxwell's lonely figure getting farther and farther under the sunlight. She stared blankly at him, imagining herself walking on his left side, holding his hand. That way, neither she nor he would be lonely anymore!

It wasn't until Maxwell's car completely disappeared at the entrance that she sighed softly. Leaning on the railing, she stared in the direction of the gate, lost in thought. She was still digesting every word Maxwell had said!

His unexpected arrival today had given her too much to process. She needed time to slowly digest it!

"Why didn't you go with him when you wanted to?" A voice of incomprehension came from behind her. Kevin already knew the truth and even felt that he was meddling too much.

Little did he expect that his actions would disrupt Maxwell's entire plan, and he had no idea about the significant grudges between Maxwell and the Yota Gang.

"I feel like I can't see through him, and there's no possibility of a good life if I go back." Flora sighed sadly, her life and future always seemed dim, subjecting her to endless hardships.

Kevin stood beside her, placing his left hand gently over her small hand, and smiled slightly. "Now, don't you see through him? Have you ever heard of the term 'white lie'? Maybe he had too many difficulties."

Flora fell silent. She knew he lied to her out of helplessness, but it still felt uncomfortable. Even if it was well-intentioned, a lie was still a lie. The most devastating blow to feelings was an endless stream of lies.

Not wanting to continue the topic, she turned to Kevin and asked, "Mr. Kevin, aren't you planning to go to Germany the day after tomorrow? Is the ticket booked?"

She wanted to ask if she should leave. She didn't want to delay their plans because of herself.

Kevin shrugged indifferently. "Booking tickets is something that can be done anytime, no rush." Seeing Flora like this, how could he bear to leave? Seeing Maxwell forced into such a situation by the Yota Gang, he... how could he bear to leave?

Despite considering Maxwell as an enemy all along, constantly competing and quarreling with each other, they were still blood brothers, siblings with the same lineage! Naturally, he couldn't let Maxwell be pushed to death by the people of the Yota Gang.

"Uh..." Flora didn't know what to say for a moment. She knew Kevin would not agree to her leaving, but she also couldn't stay here indefinitely, right? He was leaving the day after tomorrow.

"Flora, you must be happy, you know?" Kevin stared at her solemnly, looking at her earnestly. He had decided to crush that budding feeling, still in its infancy, in the blue wobble, hoping she and Maxwell could be happy.

"I also want to..." Flora murmured. Who didn't want to be happy? But happiness always seemed to run faster than her, always leaving her far behind. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't catch it.

"Love always exhausts people, but you can't lose heart, you know?" Kevin looked at her with aching eyes, trying to comfort her.

Flora nodded, grateful, and said, "Mr. Kevin, thank you for taking care of me these past two days. I'm also very grateful for helping me understand the truth. Really, thank you!"

If it weren't for Kevin, she didn't know how long she would have been deceived. She didn't know how long she would have had to live under Oliver's wing in such a dazed and confused manner, suffering for how long!

"Do you really want to thank me?" Kevin raised an eyebrow at her and asked with a smile.

Flora was startled for a moment, instinctively nodding, "Of course, I'm really grateful." She should have thanked him a long time ago. Kevin had always taken good care of her! And she had never done anything for him, always only knowing how to take without knowing how to repay!

"Then change how you address me." Calling him Mr. Kevin indeed made him feel awkward and unfamiliar, and he didn't like it.

Flora opened her mouth in confusion. "Then... what should I call you? Oliver? Or Kevin?"

"Call me Kevin." Kevin didn't hesitate. The name Oliver was too unfamiliar to him. He wasn't used to hearing it, and deep down, there was still some rejection of this identity.

"Oh... all right, then I'll call you Kevin from now on," Flora said it very awkwardly.

Kevin smiled contentedly, patting her shoulder and saying, "Good girl... Well, you must not have slept last night. Now, get a good night's sleep. Don't think about anything, for yourself and the baby, okay?"

"Yeah, I know." Flora nodded, watching Kevin leave, and took a deep breath. Indeed! How could the baby grow up healthy if things continued like this?

Turning around, she walked toward the bed, lying down, but still unable to sleep. Even though she wanted to sleep well for the sake of the baby, her mind was filled with countless things. How could she possibly sleep?

Within the Smith Family mansion, Nancy knocked cautiously on Chiyoko's bedroom door and, in a very polite tone, asked, "Good evening, Miss Chiyoko. I'm Nancy. Is it convenient for me to have your room tidied up now?"

Originally, other maids took care of these small tasks, and Nancy only needed to manage these subordinates. However, ever since Chiyoko came down from the third floor, she insisted on having Nancy personally clean her room, hand wash her clothes, and perform various other tasks.

Nancy knew that Chiyoko was deliberately retaliating against her, but because she enjoyed Mrs. Smith's favor, she could only endure Chiyoko's unreasonable demands and provocations, not daring to show any disrespect.

"Come in," Chiyoko responded coolly, her tone dripping with disdain.

Nancy entered and saw her lazily reclining on the sofa, munching on melon seeds, with seed shells scattered all over the floor. The carpet was woolen, making it challenging to clean thoroughly. Nancy had to kneel on the floor, using her hands to clean bit by bit.

In her heart, Nancy cursed this shameless woman thoroughly. If it weren't for not wanting to see Big Young Master bring Flora back again, she would have exposed Chiyoko's despicable behavior long ago. Now, she was waiting for Flora to completely leave Big Young Master's heart before revealing this woman's true nature. However, she wondered if anyone would believe her.

"Has your Big Young Master returned?" Chiyoko asked with an extremely casual tone, spitting the melon seed shells onto the area Nancy had just cleaned.

"Not yet," Nancy answered truthfully. Then, she knelt beside Chiyoko, suppressing the urge to throw the cloth at her face, and softly said, "Miss Chiyoko, could you please lift your feet so I can clean the floor?"

"Of course." Chiyoko lifted her high heels but didn't move her position; instead, she let them land on Nancy's shoulders. She teased, "Is this good enough?"

Nancy hurriedly pulled away from her legs, subconsciously stepping back a few steps, angrily saying, "Miss Chiyoko, please respect others!"

Although she was a servant, she had been in the Smith Family mansion for ten years and was considered a senior figure. Even Mrs. Smith and the young masters of the Smith Family were relatively polite to her. Being treated like this by a shameless woman, how could Nancy not be angry?!

She had endured it for long enough these days, and this woman in front of her was becoming more and more outrageous!

"Do you deserve to be respected? You're just a watchdog raised by the Smith Family." Chiyoko laughed hoarsely, enjoying the pleasure of revenge as she spat melon seed shells on Nancy's head!

When she was on the third floor, how had Nancy treated her? She treated her like a dog. She might not have expected that she would come down from the third floor one day. Revenge was her life philosophy!

If it weren't for her deep love for Maxwell, she would have had Yota Gang flatten the Smith Family long ago. Was there any need to endure the grievances imposed by Maxwell?

Upon hearing Chiyoko's words, Nancy trembled with anger, staring at her, sneering, "Am I a dog raised by the Smith Family? Then what are you? You're not even as good as a dog, desperately throwing yourself at Big Young Master to please him like some creature!"

"What did you say?!" Enraged, Chiyoko kicked her high heels forcefully toward Nancy's head and shouted, "Dare you say that again?!"

Nancy hastily avoided her high heels and threw the cloth in her hand to the ground. Rising from the floor, she retorted, "I said you, Chiyoko Tokugawa, are a despicable person! Bringing someone else's bastard child and insisting it's Big Young Master's, wanting to win Big Young Master's favor. Do you think I don't know? I just haven't exposed you yet."

"Shut up!" Chiyoko, in a fit of anger, took a step forward, slapped Nancy's face, and continued to shout, "Do you know the consequences of talking nonsense? Be careful, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Nancy, shocked by the slap, covered her cheek and glared at Chiyoko defiantly, saying, "Whether I talked nonsense or not, you know best in your heart! The child could never be Big Young Master's. Don't you know? I gave you birth control pills the next day because I thought you were even less deserving of having Big Young Master's child than Flora!"

Since Chiyoko treated her so heartlessly, why endure for so long before revealing the truth? Let her leave! No need to endure her oppression any longer.

Chiyoko's expression suddenly changed, anger replaced by a hint of shock. This time, her voice trembled with rage, "So... it was your doing..." She didn't know, didn't even think about it!

Indeed, she had tried to seduce him vigorously, thinking she would get pregnant. A week later, she eagerly went to the hospital every day to check if she was pregnant. Unfortunately, every time ended in disappointment. To win Maxwell and bind him to her heart like Flora, she had to sleep with Philip after half a month.

"Yes, it's me. Blame your arrogance and lack of manners. Does it feel good every time you bully me?" Nancy sneered mockingly. She no longer cared about how Mrs. Smith would deal with her. Seeing Chiyoko in her current state, she felt satisfied and happy. Finally, she could vent all the grievances she had endured in these days.

"Go to hell!" Suddenly, Chiyoko jumped up from the sofa like a mad woman, roaring as she hurled the fruit tray in her hand at Nancy, "You damn woman! Why aren't you dead yet?!"

Nancy once again hurriedly dodged, narrowly avoiding the crystal fruit tray thrown at her. Pale with fright, she fled towards the door, not looking back but glaring at Chiyoko, contemptuously uttering a few words, "You've gone crazy again!"

"You're the crazy one!" Chiyoko was indeed driven mad by her. She took off her high heels and chased after Nancy as if possessed.

Terrified, Nancy screamed as she ran downstairs, unsure of what Chiyoko was planning, but she knew she had to escape!

"Don't run! You bastard! Bastard! Daring to frame me?!" Chiyoko, both angry and anxious, burst into tears.

Downstairs, Mrs. Smith saw the two grappling upstairs, horrified, and shouted, "What are you two doing?! Nancy! Let go of Chiyoko; her injuries haven't fully healed. You can't hit her!"

Upon Mrs. Smith's shout, Nancy was momentarily stunned. However, Chiyoko seized this moment of distraction, a cruel smile appearing on her lips. Exerting all her strength, she forcefully pushed Nancy downstairs.

Right at the spot where she had fallen before, even a few steps higher than where she had fallen, Nancy screamed as she tumbled down to the first floor. The mixture of Nancy's and Mrs. Smith's screams pierced the tense air, echoing through the large living room.

Nancy's body rolled, and her head slammed violently into the railing, causing blood to gush out, and staining the entire staircase. Her plump figure came to a halt on the first-floor landing, but the blood didn't stop flowing, creating a horrifying scene!

Seeing Nancy on the brink of death, Chiyoko secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Only a dead person could keep a secret. Was she dead? How could she not be with so much bloodshed? She must be dead... She silently prayed in her heart.

"Nancy, how are you?" Mrs. Smith was almost scared unconscious by the bloodstain. She approached Nancy in a panic, trembling in fear.

The nearby maids quickly ran to call Doctor Alan.

"Madam..." Nancy weakly opened her blood-stained eyelids, reaching out to grab Mrs. Smith's robe, speaking in a feeble voice, "Chiyoko... the child isn't Big Young Master's. I found out, so she..."

"Shut up!" Chiyoko was horrified, screaming. She rushed downstairs in three steps, not expecting Nancy to still be able to speak, not expecting her to actually say...