Chapter 35: Chapter 35

This room was not pitch black like the others; a yellow wall lamp illuminated the space. Flora's heart had been pounding, and now it seemed like it might leap out of her chest.

Trembling, she opened the door halfway and saw a woman sitting on the luxurious large bed in the middle of the room. Her disheveled hair added a touch of disorder, yet even in the dim light, her fair face appeared exquisite. Wrapped in a snow-white robe that highlighted her slender figure, sitting on the equally white bed, she genuinely resembled a ghost from a horror film!

At this moment, the woman was staring at Flora with a surprised expression, then waved at her.

"Come here, help me, please?"

Flora had her hands on the door, ready to escape at any moment. She opened her mouth and asked in a voice that almost didn't sound like her own, "Who are you? What do you want me to do?"

Oh my! Looking at her, Flora felt like she might faint.

"Tell Maxwell that I love him, I have always loved him," the woman spoke softly.

"What?" Flora didn't understand for a moment.

The woman's face showed no expression, like a robot repeating, "Tell Maxwell that I haven't betrayed him, Oliver and I are innocent."

"Did Maxwell imprison you here? Who are you to him?" Flora unconsciously took a few steps forward, staring at her in bewilderment.

Maxwell! Does he have a secret prison?!

"Did you hear me? Oliver and I are innocent!" The woman suddenly screamed uncontrollably, startling Flora. In her right hand, the woman held a fruit knife, stabbing the bed repeatedly.

Flora's gaze lowered, and a scream erupted from her mouth. Under her knife, Mimi had become a bloody mess, and the vibrant red blood stained the entire large bed, along with... her robe!

Instinctively, Flora turned around to escape, finally realizing that this woman was not a ghost but rather a woman gone mad! Unfortunately, as she took just one step away, her arm was suddenly grabbed by a force.

Her?! The woman had already come down from the bed, pushing Flora against the wall with a fruit knife pressed against her neck. She screamed madly, "Did you hear me?! I love Maxwell! I haven't betrayed him!"

"I... heard..." Flora was pressed against the wall, afraid to move, fearing that the knife in her hand might cut herself in her frenzied actions. Honestly, she regretted it. She shouldn't have been so curious about the third floor!

"Let me tell you, I am his fiancée, and he loves me very much... very, very much..." The woman's voice softened with shame, eventually turning into a low sob. "But he misunderstood me and Oliver..."

"Don't do this..."

Flora was so desperate that she was on the verge of tears. Waves of pain started to shoot through her neck, and she knew that it had been scratched. Glancing through the woman's armpit, she saw the pile of cat flesh in the middle of the big bed. If she didn't escape now, would she also become a pile of flesh?

No, she must escape. This woman had gone mad! Determined, Flora pushed her with all her strength, turning around to flee. Unfortunately, just a few steps away, she was caught again. The woman seemed stimulated, waving the knife to stab Flora.

Flora screamed in fear, dodging and shouting for help. Why wasn't anyone coming to rescue her?

"I'm going to kill all of you idiots!"

The woman screamed and lunged at Flora, becoming more enraged with every miss. Her eyes turned bloodshot, and her stunning face revealed a murderous intent. The more Flora tried to escape, the more the woman pressed on.

"No! I'll help you. I know you love Maxwell! Please calm down!"

Flora dodged another attack and escaped through the door. The moment she reached the doorway, she crashed into someone's arms. It didn't matter whose arms they were; she didn't care. She held onto him and circled behind him, avoiding the woman's pursuit.

"Maxwell..." The woman joyfully called out, throwing away the fruit knife and rushing into Maxwell's embrace. She excitedly spoke, "Maxwell, you finally came to see me. It's been so long since I last saw you. I miss you so much."

As the woman poured out her feelings, Flora collapsed on the ground, gasping for air. She was too weak to even lift her head to look at Maxwell. She was grateful to him for the first time. If he hadn't appeared, she might have been chopped into mincemeat like that cat.

Maxwell coldly grabbed the woman's hair, pulling her head back and sneering, "My dear, I've missed you too. To ensure you don't fall in love with someone else, I think you're better off staying here!"

"No..." The woman shook her head in terror. "I don't want to stay here. I swear I haven't fallen in love with anyone else. I've always loved only you!"

"Oh really? Then why did you climb into Oliver's bed?" Maxwell sneered.

Flora finally saw his cruel side again, but this time it wasn't directed at her; it was aimed at another woman. It turned out he could be just as ruthless towards the woman he loved as he was towards his enemies.

"I..." The woman choked up, crying with incoherent words between sobs. "I was wrong. It was a moment of confusion. Please forgive me!"

"You stay here. Maybe one day I'll forgive you, darling," Maxwell said mockingly, pushing her down onto the carpet. He then bent down, grabbed Flora's arm with one hand, and pulled her towards the door. He locked the bedroom door with the other hand.

Flora pulled off balance, stumbled and struggled to keep up with his brisk pace. The woman's sobbing could be heard through the door, and Flora couldn't help but imagine how painful it must be for her right now. Suddenly, she realized she had her own issues to deal with; she couldn't even manage her own problems, so why sympathize with others?