Chapter 201: Chapter 201

Chiyoko, in a panic, cried out and rushed forward to confront her, shouting, "You're falsely accusing me! Why are you falsely accusing me? Why don't you just die already?! Hurry up and die!"

Mrs. Smith and another maid hastily restrained the agitated Chiyoko, preventing her from further hurting the already almost agonizing Nancy. Meanwhile, Nancy had a lot to say but couldn't articulate a single word, only regretting why she provoked this lunatic in the first place!

Doctor Alan quickly arrived and, after some cursory first aid, instructed security personnel to carry Nancy to the medical room in the backyard. The main house wasn't a place for the servants to sleep, and they were aware that Mrs. Smith feared scandal. If Nancy were to die in this mansion, Mrs. Smith would surely take it out on them!

After Doctor Alan took Nancy away, the maids immediately began cleaning the blood-stained floor.

Mrs. Smith turned to assess the disheveled Chiyoko, barefoot, hair and clothes in disarray, and questioned, "Was what Nancy said true just now? Did you not carry Maxwell's child before?"

Chiyoko hesitated, instinctively shaking her head, and anxiously defended herself, "No, Auntie, please don't believe her nonsense. How can you trust her words? She has always hated me, and you know that."

Since the child was already dead, and Nancy might also die, there was no evidence to fear! Chiyoko thought to herself, praying once again that Nancy wouldn't wake up; otherwise, she would be in even deeper trouble.

"But why did you push her downstairs? Don't you know it's very likely she could die from such a fall?" Mrs. Smith began to have suspicions, but indeed, there was no evidence. She could only harbor suspicions.

"I'm sorry, Auntie. When I heard her falsely accusing me, I panicked, got angry, and didn't think about the consequences. I just pushed her down," Chiyoko continued to feign innocence.

"Nancy has never dared to tell lies to me. If it weren't true, why would she say something like that at the last moment?" Mrs. Smith suddenly grabbed her hand, staring at her seriously, "Chiyoko, I want you to tell me the truth. Is the child really Maxwell's? Nancy wouldn't make up something like this."

Chiyoko persisted in her struggle, still shaking her head, continuing to defend herself, "The child is Maxwell's. I haven't lied. It's Nancy who is lying." Success was within reach, and she couldn't afford to lose now, absolutely not!

"Chiyoko Tokugawa, how long do you plan to continue this lie of yours?"

A cold, mocking voice came from behind. Both women turned around to see a disheveled Maxwell standing at the door.

Maxwell, usually full of vigor, had become increasingly haggard recently, no longer resembling the cold, handsome man he used to be. After the events of the previous night, he looked even more worn out.

At a single glance, Mrs. Smith approached him with concern, asking in amazement, "Maxwell, what happened to you? How did you end up like this? Where were you last night?"

Maxwell ignored her, his gaze piercing into Chiyoko's eyes with depth and severity, sniffing the faint scent of blood in the air, feeling utterly exhausted.

Chiyoko, encountering his cold gaze, quickly lowered her head, avoiding eye contact. Thinking she couldn't reveal her guilty side, she lifted her head again, pretending to be composed. "What are you talking about, Maxwell?"

"The child..." Maxwell smiled sadly and said, "Miss Chiyoko, do you know why I let you stay in the Smith Family mansion to raise the child? Do you know why I tolerated you repeatedly framing Flora?"

"..." Chiyoko didn't understand, completely unable to comprehend what he was saying, staring at him with a dumbfounded expression, unsure of what to say.

She couldn't understand, but Maxwell promptly made her understand, "Because I was thinking that when your child was born, I could free myself from this engagement game. Unfortunately, you didn't keep the child, which is truly regrettable."

Chiyoko understood and was shocked! However, Mrs. Smith still couldn't comprehend. She looked at the two conflicted figures and asked in confusion, "What are you talking about? Maxwell, what did you mean just now?"

Maxwell glanced at Mrs. Smith, then once again fixed his sharp gaze on Chiyoko, gritting his teeth, "The child she had in her belly wasn't mine at all; it was Philip's, but she insisted on claiming it was mine."

"What...?" Mrs. Smith stepped back in shock. "Was what Nancy said just now true? So, you pushed her downstairs because of that, right? Chiyoko! How did you become like this? Why are you so frightening?!"

"Aunt, she has always been like this because she has the support of the Yota Gang," Maxwell sneered, feeling worthless for not being able to handle even one woman and causing his beloved to suffer so much.

Thinking of Flora, thinking that she was probably somewhere crying her heart out, his heart ached so much that he could hardly breathe!

"How could this happen..." Mrs. Smith muttered blankly, amazed. She had always treated her so well, especially towards the child in her womb, eagerly anticipating its birth every day. She never expected... she really never expected this!

"Maxwell, you are more frightening, more cruel..." Chiyoko blinked away the sudden tears in her eyes and said desolately, drawing a painful breath. It turns out she truly lost, and lost early on!

This cruel, evil man, he had seen through everything long ago, while she foolishly performed for him every day. He must think she's a fool, right? Detestable man!

"Maxwell! Remember, it's you who abandoned me, who didn't want me! I won't let any of you off, especially not you and Flora. One day, I will make you pay for everything you've done today!"

His cold and heartless words echoed in everyone's ears, accompanied by her sinister and malevolent face, sending shivers down their spines.

Maxwell had long anticipated this outcome and had been worried that she would utter such words. He wasn't afraid for himself but feared that those around him would suffer from her harm.

Chiyoko stood in place, waiting for his response, hoping for a plea for her to stay. However, Maxwell said nothing and did nothing. Not even the threat of his own life could make him yield to her.

Heartbroken, angry, helpless... a myriad of emotions converged in Chiyoko's chest at the same time, making it impossible for her to stay in this house. She turned around, tears streaming down her face, and walked toward the front door.

In her heart, the belief lingered that one day she would make Maxwell pay for everything!

"Maxwell... are you just going to let her go? Aren't you afraid she might run back to Japan in a fit of anger?" Mrs. Smith anxiously questioned Maxwell as she glanced at Chiyoko's departing figure.

"Let her go..." Maxwell wearily slumped onto the sofa. He hadn't slept in two days and nights, covered in dirt. He was truly exhausted and just wanted to get a good rest.

However, Flora was still in Kevin's hands, and Kevin was leaving for Germany the day after tomorrow. He feared that he might take Flora with him, and he couldn't sleep. So, he stood up from the sofa and walked toward the door.

"Maxwell!" Mrs. Smith grabbed him, worried, and said, "Maxwell, where are you going? Look at yourself right now. Where can you go in this state?"

"What's wrong with me?" Maxwell, puzzled, lowered his head and noticed his disheveled appearance. Indeed, Flora hated dirtiness. Seeing him like this, she would surely frown and be even more unwilling to come back with him.

Frowning, Mrs. Smith looked helpless and pleaded, "Maxwell, I beg you, take a good bath, change your clothes, have dinner early, and go to bed early, okay? There have been so many things happening in the family all of a sudden. Can't you stay at home?"

"Alright, Aunt. I won't go anywhere after bringing Flora back. I'll go get her now," Maxwell said with a faint bitter smile, thinking that taking a bath would take time. He pushed aside Mrs. Smith's hand and continued toward the door.

"Maxwell!" Mrs. Smith shouted desperately behind him, unable to stop him, only able to stand there in anxiety.

Chaos! The entire house now felt like a tangled mess, and she couldn't help with anything, only watching inexplicable events unfold.

In a high-end luxurious bar, soothing background music played as Kevin led Flora to a table in the center. He ordered a cup of hot milk for her and a specially crafted drink for himself from the bartender.

Flora surveyed the nearly empty hall, glancing at Kevin across from her, and asked, puzzled, "Kevin, why did you bring me here?" She knew that later in the evening, the place would be crowded and noisy, an environment she disliked.

Kevin seemed to understand her thoughts and smiled, "Don't worry, I came here tonight to fish. This place is not open tonight, so there won't be many people coming."

"Fishing?" Flora White was puzzled by his words but also sensed from his speech that this place belonged to his family, the Davis family. Makes sense, as the Davis family is mainly in the food and beverage industry. The Davis family's businesses are gradually spreading all over the city. The place he would visit must be his own territory.

Kevin smiled mysteriously, not answering her question. Instead, he pointed to the exquisite snacks brought by the waiter and said, "Flora, have something to eat. You must be hungry, right?"

Without asking much, Flora, feeling chaotic inside, uninterested in everything, and not curious about what he meant by 'fishing,' began to think unconsciously about Maxwell again. What was he doing now?

He said he would come to pick her up in the afternoon. Why hasn't he come yet? While hoping for his arrival, she was also trying to persuade herself not to go back to that perilous home. It was not a suitable place for her!

After chatting with Kevin, eating some food, and listening to countless soft tunes, Flora found it hard to sit still. She had no interest in savoring the food further and was about to ask when they would leave when...

A group of people suddenly entered the bar, loudly demanding the waiter to bring out the theme drinks for the night, completely unaware of the unusual silence inside.

Drawn by their voices, Flora looked over. When she saw that the person leading the group was Philip, who had kidnapped her before, her body couldn't help but shudder, and she stared at him warily.

Philip also noticed that the only two people in the bar at this moment. After a brief moment of surprise, he bypassed the round table and walked briskly toward them.

"Kevin, let's go quickly," Flora whispered, her hands tightly gripping the tablecloth on the table, panic written all over her face.

Kevin placed his warm palm over her small hand, reassuring her, "Don't be afraid; no one can harm you." This was his territory, and no one could lay a finger on her here.

Moreover, he had been waiting for this moment; he wouldn't leave at this critical point. Philip often liked to come to his bar for leisure, and Kevin knew he would come today, hence the decision to close the bar.

Philip approached with a smile, a mockery evident in his expression. He looked at Flora, then turned to Kevin, taunting, "Mr. Maxwell, what a delightful surprise! I thought you should be by your fiancée's side, waiting for her to give birth."

Flora was astonished, looking back and forth between the two men. She observed Kevin calmly taking a sip of his drink without any sign of panic. He looked at Philip and smirked, "Miss Chiyoko is carrying your child. Shouldn't you be the one accompanying her during childbirth?"

A cold smile froze on Philip's face as he stared at Kevin, and after a while, he uttered a few words, "What did you say?"

"I said... congratulations, you're going to be a father!" Kevin raised his voice and gestured toward the chair beside them, indicating that Philip should sit down.

However, Philip suddenly leaned forward, grabbing the front of Kevin's shirt, glaring at him up close, teeth clenched, "What are you saying? Chiyoko is pregnant with my child? Where is she now? What have you done to her?!"

Worry and urgency filled Philip's face, showing a special concern for this child and Chiyoko. Kevin's facial expression darkened slightly, realizing that he had underestimated Philip's attachment. It seemed his concern was unnecessary!

Flora, seeing Philip about to get physical, panicked and exclaimed, "Stop! Can't you talk calmly?"

Kevin glanced at the alarmed Flora, pulled Philip's hand off his chest, and reached out to embrace Flora's shoulders, feigning displeasure as he addressed Philip, "Did you hear my wife? Speak properly; don't scare our baby." He extended his right hand, gently caressing Flora's prominently swollen belly.

Flora blushed suddenly, awkwardly trying to push away his hands. She didn't know what game Kevin was playing. Afraid to move recklessly and not daring to speak, she could only sit stiffly in her chair, watching their confrontations.

The more unhurried Kevin appeared, the more frantic Philip became. He pounded his fists on the table, growling, "Maxwell! I want you to return Chiyoko to me immediately! Return my child!"

After all, it was his child; anyone would have emotions in such a situation. Philip naturally felt anxious. Now that Maxwell knew Chiyoko was carrying his child but allowed her to stay at the Smith Family mansion, while he accompanied Flora casually, Philip couldn't imagine what Chiyoko's situation would be like now. Was she okay?!

Kevin, holding Flora's hand, looked at Philip coldly, saying, "Why are you in such a hurry? Miss Chiyoko doesn't love you, and she won't marry you. Besides using you when she needs you, when does she ever think of you?"

Philip's face turned hot as if someone had touched a sore spot. Indeed, Chiyoko Tokugawa had no feelings for him beyond using him. She didn't even have the slightest hint of friendship. Of course, he was just infatuated with her beauty. A proud and casual woman like Chiyoko was not someone anyone would want to spend their life with. But now that she was carrying his child, it was a different matter!

Therefore, he still worried about her safety and even doubted if Maxwell would use Chiyoko and her child to force him into something outrageous, motivated by past grudges.

"This is my business, and you don't need to bother!" Philip spat out angrily.

"I don't want to meddle in your affairs either!" Kevin sneered, sighed softly, and continued, "Chiyoko went to great lengths to get pregnant and secure the position of Mrs. Smith. Pity she had to use you for it."

Kevin didn't finish the sentence but laughed lightly, observing Philip and watching his facial expressions change.

Philip's expression kept changing, clouds of uncertainty passing over it continuously. Now, he stood there in shock, remembering the incident of kidnapping Flora. He was still wondering why Chiyoko had suddenly become so considerate; little did he know it was all to use his semen to get pregnant!

Heartbroken, angry, yet anticipating that the little life would land safely, that was his current state of mind!

"What's a pity?" Philip asked with patience, seeing the triumphant expression on Kevin's face. He wished he could rush forward and give him a good beating, extracting the words from his stomach.

Leaning in, Kevin lowered his voice, "The pity is that I found out. Miss Chiyoko had to kill the child to protect herself, showing no mercy to her lover."

Philip gasped, taking a step back, staring at him incredulously. It seemed he couldn't believe the words coming out of Kevin's mouth. Chiyoko Tokugawa killed the child in her womb just to marry Maxwell? What a malicious woman! He cursed her in his heart!

Kevin pulled Flora up from her chair, patted Philip's shoulder, and chuckled, "Alright, it's too late tonight for a chat. I wish you and Miss Chiyoko a long and happy life together. Goodbye!"

With that, he walked towards the entrance of the bar, still holding onto Flora. Flora dared not utter a word, following his footsteps towards the elevator.

It wasn't until Kevin helped her onto the car, and he got in on the other side, that Flora couldn't help but ask, "What did you mean by those inexplicable words? Why couldn't I understand anything?"

Kevin smiled and said, "If you don't understand, it's okay. As long as he understood, that's what matters." He started the car, heading out on the road.

Flora was displeased, eyeing him, "Why do you like to play these mysterious games? I hate this the most." Both Maxwell and Kevin were like this! Unfortunately, she was a fool herself, completely unable to see through them.

Seeing her discontent, Kevin hurriedly appeased her, "Flora, don't be angry. I said those things because I was afraid that if you understood, you might think I'm too cunning and damage my image, hah."

"You are quite cunning." Flora mocked, although she didn't understand Kevin's intentions in saying so. However, she heard him lying just now. Chiyoko clearly accidentally miscarried, not killed the child as he claimed.

"You see, I told you not to understand, but this is just occasional cunningness, don't take it to heart." Kevin chuckled, trying to dismiss the matter. If it weren't for helping Maxwell, who was currently busy on two fronts, solve a little trouble, he wouldn't bother dealing with this Japanese man!