Chapter 30: Chapter 30

Three days passed, and Flora was already able to do some simple things. Although the wound still hurt, her body had regained its vitality.

In the evening, as she was preparing to sleep, a burst of car sounds suddenly came from outside the window. Flora could clearly distinguish between the sounds of Oliver's and Maxwell's cars. And this time, she could tell it was Maxwell's Porsche.

Flora's heart suddenly skipped a beat. That man hadn't come back for almost a week now. Today, when he returned, he would surely summon her to his bedroom. Usually, every one or two days, he would call her or directly storm into her bedroom.

As the car sounds faded, Flora maintained a high level of vigilance, listening to any movements outside the room. Fortunately, she didn't hear his steady footsteps at the entrance of the bedroom. Flora finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that maybe Maxwell hadn't come to bother her because she was injured.

With this thought in mind, Flora closed her eyes and peacefully fell asleep. She had slept too much these past few days, making it difficult for her to fall asleep at the moment. After staring at the ceiling for a while, the footsteps that had terrified her suddenly echoed again.

Flora was startled and quickly closed her eyes the moment the door was pushed open. Flora cleverly exposed her injured hand outside the blanket, hoping that if he had any hint of conscience left, he would spare her this time!

The footsteps stopped in front of her bed, and Flora immediately felt a chilling aura emanating from Maxwell. Even with her eyes closed, she could sense the icy presence all over him.

Maxwell looked down at Flora, feigning sleep. He leaned in wickedly and planted his lips on hers, starting with a gentle kiss that quickly deepened. As long as she didn't open her eyes, he wouldn't let her go!

She had tried to commit suicide and he still refused to let her go! Flora cursed him silently in her heart. With her eyes closed, she could feel his lips and teeth pressing harder against hers, teasing her tongue. His distinct taste shamelessly spread across her lips.

After being kissed for a while, Flora couldn't take it anymore and finally opened her eyes.

Maxwell released her at the right moment and stared at her while she breathed heavily. He let out a cold laugh and said, "I thought you were good at pretending. How come you couldn't keep it up so quickly?"

"You...!"

He did it on purpose!? Flora cursed silently in her heart but maintained a calm and expressionless face as she turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

"I rushed over to see you as soon as I came back, and this is the expression you give me?" Maxwell frowned displeased, staring at her small face.

Flora turned her gaze back to his face and asked coldly, "Where is Henry now? What have you done to him?"

He had imprisoned Henry, and there was no way he would let him go easily. Flora worriedly thought about it.

The moment she mentioned Henry, a layer of cold indifference instantly covered Maxwell's face. Good, she finally spoke up! He didn't need to coax her into talking!

"Do you want to see him?" Maxwell said with a faint smile.

Flora was taken aback and looked at him in astonishment. Would he let her see Henry? She couldn't believe this man could be so kind. But deep down, she couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope, and nodded slowly, her expectant eyes fixed on him.

Maxwell, well-prepared, seemed to perform magic as he produced a CD and waved it in front of her.

"I'm sorry, but I can only let you see your loved one on the big LCD screen!" A faint, barely perceptible hint of jealousy exuded from his words. Fortunately, even he didn't notice it, otherwise, he would again go out in his car to search for the seeds of memories and hatred!

Flora's heart pounded, afraid that in the next moment, she would see a horrifying scene. She stared blankly at Maxwell, who was elegantly operating the machine.

After putting away the CD, Maxwell walked to the liquor cabinet, poured himself and Flora a glass of red wine, and stepped forward to hand it to her.

Flora, who had already sat up, didn't look at him, nor did she take the offered glass of wine. Her gaze was already captivated by the images on the large LCD screen.

On the screen, a group of men, like wolves, were surrounding Henry, beating and kicking him with ruthless brutality.

And Henry, from struggling and reluctantly losing his strength, eventually could only curl up in the corner, whimpering.

"No—!" Flora screamed, uncontrollably smashing the remote control against the big screen, which shattered into several pieces. Flora raised her face, angrily glaring at Maxwell, and shouted, "Maxwell! You bastard! Bastard!"

Maxwell pressed her shoulders, staring at her through gritted teeth, "Let me tell you, this is just the prelude! Henry White's tragedy is yet to come! He will pay a painful price for everything he has done!"

"No...don't do this to him!"

Flora knelt on the bed, crying in anguish, her voice changing from anger to pleading. She grabbed onto Maxwell's sleeves and shook him forcefully. The wounds that were slowly scabbing were seeping blood due to her actions. The wounds must have reopened, but she was too distraught to even notice or feel the pain!

"Henry did this for me, it was me who asked him to help me break off the engagement...!"

Flora sobbed, the images on the big screen still rotating. Henry's pitiful and agonizing cries pierced her eardrums, stimulating her nerves.

Maxwell pushed her away, turning his face slightly. He refused to look at her tears, her wounds. He couldn't allow himself to soften towards her again, it would only ruin his entire plan. What he wanted was to ruthlessly torment her until the moment of death!