Chapter 29: Chapter 29

Flora finally woke up completely from the disturbance and slowly opened her eyes after moving her body. Upon waking up, she was greeted by Robin's joyful face and Oliver's gentle handsome face. Her heart trembled, she hadn't died?!

The wound on her hand throbbed with a piercing pain, and she couldn't move at all, just lying stiffly on the bed. She glanced around the large bedroom and realized she was lying in Maxwell's bed. Among the sheets, there was a lingering masculine scent that belonged to him!

Oliver leaned down and stared at her up close, his deep gaze revealing a hint of displeasure. He asked, "Why did you do this? Why did you attempt suicide?"

Flora was taken aback, meeting his eyes, and with great difficulty, she replied, "Because I thought death was better than being alive. I'd rather die."

"Do you think this is worth it?" Oliver raised his displeased tone a few notches, dissatisfied with her response!

Flora shook her head, a few tears sliding down from the corners of her eyes. She couldn't find any value in what she did. By doing this, she might even make the Smith Family happy. She felt so worthless!

Oliver raised his hand, catching the only few teardrops she had, and wiped them away with his fingers. With a commanding yet pained voice, he said, "You're not allowed to do this next time, do you understand? A person's life only happens once, and it shouldn't be given away so meaninglessly."

Flora looked at him in astonishment, listening to his caring words, and the tears fell again, tears of gratitude.

Oliver once again used his warm palm to wipe away her tears and said gently, "Crying won't make your wound heal faster, it will only make you weaker. Stop crying and go to sleep."

After saying that, Oliver stood up straight, glanced at the exhausted Flora, hesitated for a moment, and grabbed Robin's arm, "Let's go out." Ignoring whether Robin wanted to or not, he led him out.

The bedroom returned to its calm state, and Flora took a deep breath, thinking about everything that happened last night. Why did they save her? Who saved her? She should hate him!

Why was she still lying in Maxwell's bed? Didn't he always refuse to let her stay in his bed overnight? Maybe it's because he went to City W again, so he didn't have time to kick her out!

Last night, he should have been the one who found her attempting suicide, because this was his bedroom. Besides him, no one else could be. But she didn't understand why he saved her. Was it just to slowly torture and humiliate her?

He had said more than once that he wouldn't let her die so easily! The cruel demon, denied her even the right to die. She hated him, truly hated him!

After sleeping through a foggy day, when Flora woke up again, it was already the morning of the third day. Maxwell hadn't appeared in the past few days, it was said that he was staying in City W. So, Flora was still safely lying in his bed.

After resting for two days, her wound had improved significantly. Flora felt it would be better to return to her usual bedroom to feel at ease. Struggling to sit up, she moved her body a little, and the pain from the wound pierced her heart.

Flora frowned in pain and ultimately had to give up getting out of bed. She deeply lay back on the soft and large bed.

"What do you want?"

A sudden voice startled Flora. She looked up and saw Oliver. At this moment, Oliver's face held a faint smile, staring at her intently.

"I want to go back to my bedroom," Flora looked at him and said truthfully.

Oliver wasn't as terrifying as Maxwell, so Flora was willing to speak to him. Every time she saw him, she couldn't help but think how good it would be if Maxwell were as gentle and genteel as him. Unfortunately, that was impossible!

Oliver took a step towards the bed, bending over to lift her horizontally. Flora's body suddenly went airborne, and she let out a low cry, tightly wrapping her arms around his neck, startled by his unexpected action. Was he going to personally take her back to her room?

Without her needing to inquire, Oliver had already carried her out of Maxwell's bedroom and headed towards her bedroom. The temperature in the bedroom had returned to normal since it was raised that day.

Oliver placed Flora on the white bed and then straightened up, leaning over her and asking, "Is there anything else?"

Flora gratefully shook her head, "No, thank you, Young Master Oliver."

"You're welcome." Oliver saw the gratitude on her face and unconsciously a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth. He turned around and handed her the TV remote control, "Rest or watch TV, I'm leaving."

"Okay," Flora replied, and Oliver turned around and walked towards the door. As he was about to step out the door, Flora called out, "Young Master Oliver!"

Oliver stopped in his tracks, turned back, and looked at her with a puzzled expression, silently asking her what she wanted.

Flora gazed at him and hesitantly asked, "Young Master Oliver, can you tell me how Henry is doing now? Is he okay?"

Oliver's face darkened, and he calmly replied, "You should ask my eldest brother that question, I don't know." With that, he turned and left.

Flora took a deep breath, not having much hope that Oliver would tell her. But asking Maxwell? It would only anger him and make him even more hostile. Moreover, she hadn't seen Maxwell's figure for several days now. The last time she saw him was right before she entered the bathroom when he was leaning on the sofa drinking.

Her brother Henry must be in an even worse situation than her, right? Faced with a brutal man like Maxwell, would he still have any good days ahead of him?