Inside the White Family villa, the weary Henry, who had been searching for Flora for two days, returned home. As soon as he entered, he saw Mr. White and Mrs. White sitting on the sofa leisurely sipping coffee.
A surge of intense anger rushed to Henry's head. He abruptly approached his parents, staring at them and shouting, "Dad! Mom! Flora has been kidnapped, and you don't care at all?"
He was almost frantic, and yet these two acted as if nothing was wrong, not even bothering to ask a single question.
Mrs. White lifted her head from her coffee cup, glanced at him, and said, "Why rush? The other side will call for ransom tomorrow. Just give them the money." Soon, she added, "But if they ask for too much, that won't work."
"If they wanted money, they would've called by now! There's something seriously wrong with this whole situation!" Henry exclaimed angrily.
Mrs. White sneered, "What else would they want besides money? Except for that foolish boy Joshua, who would want her? She's too clueless to marry him. Joshua is the only son of the Smith Family, and their family's assets will eventually belong to her, Flora. But what has she done...?"
"We're talking about Flora's disappearance now. Why bring up old matters?" Henry responded with annoyance. "Mom, when you wanted to use Flora, you worried every day that she would run away with another man. Now that the Smith Family is in ruins and Joshua is disabled, you don't even care about her life or death? Do you have any conscience left?"
"Shut up!" Mr. White shouted angrily, reprimanding Henry. "You, brat, how dare you speak to your mother like that? Flora was originally the daughter of our enemy. It was your insistence on bringing her back to be a companion. Our White Family has already done a lot by raising her. Do you expect us to treat the enemy's daughter well?"
"That's right... It's my fault that I've harmed Flora. I shouldn't have brought her into such a selfish and inhumane family. I'm sorry, Flora..." Henry said with regret.
"You bastard! Get out!" As Mr. White's words fell, he viciously threw the porcelain cup at Henry's head. The cup eventually passed by his eye, making a loud 'bang' as it hit the floor.
"Oh, Henry..." Mrs. White saw the blood at the corner of Henry's eye, and her heart raced. She rushed over, uncertainly examining the scratch at his eye corner. After a while, she realized and told the maid next to her, "Quickly call the doctor!"
The maid hurriedly ran out.
After being hit, Henry didn't even groan. He wiped away the blood from the corner of his eye with his hand and coldly glared at Mrs. White before turning and quickly walking towards the door.
"Henry! Where are you going?" Mrs. White anxiously followed him and shouted at him.
Without looking back, Henry replied coldly, "You wait and see; I will find Flora!"
"The kidnappers haven't said a word; they might have accidentally killed her and disposed of her. Henry, don't go! Be careful not to get into trouble!"
Mrs. White's words pierced into Henry’s heart like silver needles.
She was killed...? No! His Flora would not be dead! Absolutely not!
This time, Flora was awakened by Nancy's less-than-gentle pushing and shoving. Upon waking up, she was met with a face that seemed even more malicious than a witch's. Flora stubbornly turned her head aside, refusing to look at her.
Nancy couldn't tolerate her cold attitude and was about to give her a hard slap when another maid standing nearby stopped her, saying, "Nancy, Big Young Master said not to kill her all at once."
Seeing that Flora was already so weak that she couldn't withstand a slap, Nancy reluctantly withdrew her hand and shouted at her, "Until you get Big Young Master's permission, don't think you can die so easily. Get up and eat quickly!"
Flora seemed as though she hadn't heard her words, still turning her face away. Even if she starved, she wouldn't eat! Death was preferable to humiliation, and Flora had too much pride to give in so easily!
"Did you hear me?" Nancy shouted again, frequently rubbing her arms. Staying in this freezing room, she was about to freeze to death; she didn't want to stay for another moment.
"I'm not eating," Flora coldly uttered those words, completely ignoring her threats.
Although she hadn't eaten for two days and had grown so weak that she could barely speak, she'd rather starve if that man insisted on torturing her so brutally.
"Don't you want to eat?" Nancy rudely grasped her jaw and forcefully shoved a handful of food into her mouth.
Flora struggled, shaking her head from side to side, coughing repeatedly from Nancy's forceful feeding. She clenched her teeth tightly, and no matter how hard Nancy tried to force-feed her, not a single food entered her mouth.
Nancy angrily slapped her across the face and cursed, "You bitch!"
Flora let out a low sigh, stubbornly staring back at her, a hint of a cold smile on her face. It marked her temporary victory. Yes, she was a bitch, enduring humiliation over and over again. She wasn't just cheap; she was dirty too.
However, that didn't mean she would beg Nancy to spare her, like a slave. She understood all too well that the man would never let her go; sooner or later, she would die. But she felt that her death was too unjust, and before dying, she wanted to know why he treated her this way.
What kind of hatred did they have, for him to be so ruthlessly cruel? In her entire life, she hadn't wronged anyone, except for the White Family's elders who disliked her. Everywhere she went, people loved her. Even when she was with Joshua, he treated her like a princess.
"Let me tell you, this isn't your White Family, where you can still act like a noble lady. You'd better eat up and work!" With these words, Nancy left the freezing room as if fleeing.
This room was probably unbearable for anyone except Maxwell.
Flora had already turned purple from the cold. The only advantage was that her injuries didn't require antibiotics or risk infection.
Hungry and freezing, Flora stared blankly at the snow-white ceiling, lying still. She couldn't tell how long she had been lying there, but she strangely started to feel that the cold wasn't that terrifying. Was it because she had become numb from the cold, or had she lost all feeling before death?
As she extended her hand from the blanket, she sensed that the temperature seemed to be rising, but she didn't feel excited. She was just curious about how that man had suddenly become so kind, raising the temperature for her.
While Flora was pondering this, the door suddenly creaked open quietly. Flora instinctively pulled the blanket tightly around her and cautiously waited for the intruder to approach. The footsteps were so light that they didn't resemble the rude stomping of the shrew or Maxwell's steady gait.Flora looked towards the doorway, and she hesitated for a moment. Standing in front of her was a child whose gender was hard to determine. The child appeared to be about eight or nine years old, wrapped in an incredibly thick winter coat that turned them into a small, round bundle. They wore a cotton hat that was attached to the coat, revealing only the central portion of their small face.His blue eyes were large and bright, with perfectly curled eyelashes that looked almost artificially crafted. Their pink lips were slightly parted. All of this made it impossible for Flora to determine whether the child was a boy or a girl. Vaguely, she could see a glimpse of the man who took pleasure in torturi
To recover more quickly, Flora curled up under the blanket and fell asleep after dinner. During the night, she slept for an unknown duration. Suddenly, Flora felt herself being embraced in a warm hug, and a warm hand was gently caressing her body.This broad and warm embrace felt like Henry's, so warm and strong."Henry..." she murmured with affection unconsciously escaping her lips.The roaming hand on her chest faltered for a moment and then turned into a rough kneading. Flora was startled by the sudden pain and let out a painful cry, instantly waking up from her slumber. When she opened her eyes, she was faced with the sight of a gaping maw of a blue dragon. She screamed in fear and instinctively began to struggle."Little wretch, not bad, you're starting to resist," Maxwell sneered and pinned her down, pressing her hands to prevent any further move."Let go! Let me go!" Flora yelled loudly, writhing and struggling. "I have no grudges with you! Why are you doing this?" What was wro
Except for enduring, Flora didn't know what else she could do!Footsteps were heard outside the door, and Flora quickly slipped under the blanket. She wasn't afraid of anyone, but she still lacked a set of clothes to cover her body. Even with the maids, she wasn't comfortable being naked in front of them.No need to guess, Flora could tell it was Nancy who came in. After so many days, she had learned to distinguish footsteps. As soon as she heard the heavy footsteps, her body hair would stand on end, and that bloody blue dragon would instantly coil around her mind, tensing her nerves and causing her to shiver.Flora had just raised her eyes in the direction of the door when something pink flew toward her face, hit her, and fell to the floor. It was a maid's uniform, the clothing Flora had longed for many days. Could she finally have a set of clothes?"Put on the clothes immediately and go to work!" Nancy yelled loudly.Flora's heart leaped with joy, and she eagerly reached out to grab
Flora entered the main house, with Nancy following behind, giving her a lukewarm briefing, "Big Young Master likes mocha coffee, Second Young Master prefers Black Ivory Coffee, Third Young Master enjoys white coffee, and Fourth Young Master drinks fruit juice...""Wow! What kind of family is this? Why are there so many members?" Flora silently exclaimed to herself.She hadn't remembered the coffee preferences Nancy had just explained because she hardly ever drank coffee, so she didn't recognize those names.But she didn't dare to ask Nancy because she knew that questioning would lead to a barrage of insults. To keep things peaceful, she bravely approached the coffee counter, opened a cupboard, and found an assortment of coffee. After contemplating for a moment, Flora selected the most expensive jar of Black Ivory Coffee, thinking that the domineering man must be drinking the priciest coffee. Following the instructions, she made the coffee and then made her way upstairs.Staring at the
Robin exclaimed, "You mean Hercules? He's my big brother!""Big brother?" Flora stared at him in surprise.That man had to be at least thirty years old, right? The boy in front of her couldn't be more than nine years old. This age difference...But that wasn't the main point. Flora had finally found someone willing to have a decent conversation with her. She couldn't help but ask, "You said his name is Hercules? Hercules Smith?"Robin shook his head, saying, "Hercules is what outsiders call him, so I like to call him that too." Then, he placed his index finger on his lips, hushed his voice, and whispered, "Don't tell him, okay? I only dare to call him that secretly behind his back. His real name is Maxwell Smith."Maxwell Smith...Flora quietly pronounced those words, searching her memory for any recognition, but she couldn't recall knowing this person. However, she couldn't help but wonder why he was treating her this way. She wanted to know.What was his relationship with Joshua Smi
Nancy, however, shot her an angry look and scolded her in a hushed tone, "Little Young Master is calling you! Why don't you hurry upstairs?!""Calling me?"Flora raised her head, puzzled, and looked in Robin's direction. He was indeed calling her. She stood up from the floor and quickly ascended the stairs, standing one step below Robin. She bent slightly at the waist, suppressing a smile, and said, "What can I do for you, Little Young Master?""Come play with me!" Robin ordered and then turned to walk toward the bedroom."Yes, Little Young Master!" Flora followed closely. With one hand gently touching her stinging cheek, she resented how forcefully the woman had struck her. She had only just regained some strength, and now she had to endure another blow.Robin opened the bedroom door and walked in. After rummaging through a few drawers, he pulled out a small toy ambulance. Opening it, he found a tube of ointment and handed it to Flora, saying, "Here, use this to apply on your face. I
"Did you hear me?" Nancy shouted in a raised voice."I heard you," Flora replied calmly, finally understanding why Nancy was displaying jealousy toward her. It seemed that in Nancy's mind, being Maxwell's bed-slave was quite an honor.Flora also took a serious look at Nancy for the first time. She appeared to be around thirty years old, slightly overweight, with a moderately tall frame. She was the type of woman that you wouldn't easily remember. Perhaps she had been deceived by Maxwell's breathtaking appearance? Who else besides her knew how much of a sadistic demon Maxwell was?Nancy walked away, leaving Flora dumbfounded for a few minutes, realizing she had no room for resistance. She entered the bathroom and cleaned herself thoroughly with hot water. After turning off the faucet, she exited the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, gazing intently at her own body.Her once pristine body was now marked with the imprints of that man, new, old, red, purple...She closed her eyes
"Help me to escape from here," Flora said, thinking that he was the master here and must know a way to sneak out.Robin appeared uneasy and grumbled in an unhappy tone, "But if Big Brother finds out, he'll kill me.""Don't worry, he won't dare to kill you," Flora assured him urgently. As he was Maxwell's little brother and still a child, Maxwell shouldn't go too far with a child, right? Either way, she didn't care.She just wanted to escape from here, get away from that devilish man. Other matters were of no concern to her.Robin still shook his head, saying, "I can't help you with this, and you won't be able to escape. Without a car or a boat, there's no way out."Robin wasn't exaggerating; this coastal villa was surrounded by thick green woods, and it wasn't possible to leave on foot.When she came here, Flora knew how long the car had driven on a winding mountain road. However, as long as she could escape from the mansion, she wouldn't care. She'd rather die on the way than stay he