Chapter 30 Mental Torture

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 pe