Chapter 28: Chapter 28
Maxwell was shocked and hurriedly lifted her out of the bloody water. He carried her out of the bathroom and laid her on the white bed, his large hands firmly holding her still-bleeding wrist! With his other hand, he quickly dialed the family doctor's number. He only let go of her when he managed to stop the bleeding.
While waiting for the doctor to arrive, he wiped the water droplets off her body and hair, covered her with a blanket, and made sure everything was properly taken care of before the doctor arrived. He had never felt so nervous before, and it surprised him. Given his personality, he would surely find reasons to deceive himself. Because he would never admit, even if he were to be killed, that his anxiety stemmed from not wanting her to die, let alone admitting that he no longer wished to harm her cruelly...
Doctor Alan quickly treated Flora's wounds, hung up the IV drip, and secretly glanced back at Maxwell sitting on the couch, no longer as anxious as before. He hesitated on whether or not to report the patient's condition to him. While the exact reasons for Flora's special status in the Smith Family were not clear to everyone, they all knew she was a woman used by Maxwell as an outlet for his anger and resentment. So...
He decided to report the condition after all. Clearing his throat, he said, "Big Young Master, she...!"
"I don't need you to tell me how she is. Just try your best to treat her. If you can't, it's her misfortune!" The venomous words unintentionally burst out of his mouth.
Doctor Alan's heart instantly chilled to the bone, feeling a coldness spreading through his entire back. A thought suddenly emerged in his mind – it's better to provoke God than to provoke this bloodthirsty man!
"Yes, Big Young Master!" Doctor Alan trembled slightly and quickly gathered the medical supplies before 'escaping' out of the room.
As soon as he left, Maxwell stood up from the couch and walked to Flora's bedside, overlooking her peaceful sleeping face. Her wounds were already bandaged with gauze, and her arm had swollen.
Leaning closer, he stared intensely at her beautiful face and softly said, "Did you think death could free you from me? You've thought too simply, Miss White..." As he finished speaking, he leaned in even closer and kissed her cold, pale lips.
Within the downtown area of City A, a convertible Porsche came to a halt with a squeak in front of the former Smith Family mansion. The man in the car took off his sunglasses, his expression blank as he stared at the mansion that now bore a different surname.
This place used to be where he had lived for nearly ten years, where he had loving uncles and aunts and the warmth of a home. But a month ago, it suddenly became the property of the White Family, and stubborn Henry White refused to give up the mansion no matter what methods he tried.
Henry White was fighting for his pride, while he was fighting for a sea of memories!
Coming here today seemed ridiculous because he realized that his beliefs had been shaken! He couldn't forgive himself for the unconscious behaviors and actions he had shown to Flora White!
For Flora, he could only hold one emotion, and that was endless hatred! However, recently, he had been making one mistake after another, constantly being disturbed by her emotions. It was only when he saw the big word "White" hanging above the Smith Family mansion that his hatred slowly resurfaced and filled his heart again.
Leaving the Smith Family mansion, he went to a flower shop and bought a bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums, then turned towards the cemetery. He stood in front of the tomb of his uncle, who had just left this world the previous month, for a long time. It seemed like he was repenting and contemplating at the same time.
After learning that Flora had committed suicide, Joshua showed no trace of panic, but Mrs. Smith was startled and rushed into Maxwell's bedroom to see her. It wasn't until Doctor Alan told her that Flora was out of danger that she breathed a deep sigh of relief!
In her understanding, murder was a crime and should be punished by the law! She didn't want any harm to come to her children. What she didn't know was that for Maxwell, who had another identity as a killer, murder was just a trivial matter!
"Mom, why save her? Isn't it better if she's dead?!" Joshua cruelly uttered as he looked at the sleeping Flora.
Mrs. Smith glanced at him and sternly said, "You're not allowed to have such thoughts. Revenge may be necessary, but you need to know the right way to do it, understand? The Smith Family is already in deep waters, we can't afford any more trouble!"
Joshua snorted coldly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with her words. Mrs. Smith pushed him out and they left.
Shortly after their departure, Robin sneaked in and softly called out near Flora's ear, "Flora! Flora, wake up!"
In her sleep, Flora felt someone calling her name, but she didn't know who it was. She tried to open her eyes, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't. The pain in her wrist seemed endless, devouring her soul! It made her feel unbearable pain!
Shouldn't she be dead? Why is she still in so much pain? Is she not in heaven but in hell? What do these calls represent?
Robin persistently shouted her name and, seeing no response, began pushing her waist with his hand.
When Oliver entered, he saw Robin bothering Flora, and he took a few steps forward and pulled Robin off the edge of the bed. He admonished quietly, "Do you want to kill her?" As he spoke, his expressionless gaze rested on Flora's face.
Robin turned to look at Oliver and said, "Second brother, she's been asleep for a whole day and night. What if she doesn't wake up?" There was worry in his voice; he didn't want her to die so soon!
"She will," Oliver calmly replied, his gaze still fixed on Flora's face.