The Billionaire’s Unexpected Treasure

“No more smoking!” A voice burst in, “Clayton, you son of a bitch!”

At some point Theo barged in, took a few steps to Flora, pulled the blood collection needle out of her arm, and pulled her to walk out the door.

“Pull her back and keep pumping! Keep pumping until Blair is out of danger!” Clayton was furious, especially when he saw Theo pulling Flora almost out of his senses.

Flora was pressed down again, the cold tip of the needle piercing her skin again.

Theo was being pulled, unable to move forward no matter how hard he struggled. With scarlet eyes, he yelled. “You’re not fucking human! You’ll kill Flora if you smoke her again!”

“She’s my wife, and it’s none of your business whatsoever! If you say one more word, I’ll make you regret stepping into this house!” Clayton’s grim gaze swept over Theo, saying one word at a time.

Flora wanted to sneer, now he remembered that he was his wife. Unfortunately, she doesn’t even have the strength to sneer now, all her strength is rapidly flowing out of her body along with her blood, and her head is dizzy.

“Clayton you scum! You are not afraid to go to hell! Flora is already poor enough, you can let her go!” Theo crazy general, the eyes hate to kill Clayton.

“Theo, I’m … fine, just think of it as a closure …” Flora said intermittently, her eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

It was a week before she woke up again, and her eyes were met with the miserable white walls of the hospital and the pungent smell of sterile water.

“Miss Wood, you’re awake?” A young nurse opened her eyes and said excitedly. “I’ll go and inform Mr Ward!”

Flora pulled the corner of her mouth, how could Clayton care if she was awake or not?

“Miss Symon, you can’t get out of bed yet, Mr Ward will blame us if you do!”

The voice just fell, Blair pushed open the door of Flora’s ward, one arm in a cast, crutches moved with difficulty to the bedside, took her hand and said happily. “Flora, you’re awake? Are you feeling better?”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Flora shook off Blair’s hand and grimaced. “I’m really impressed with you, you’re satisfied that you’ve counted me out to this extent, right?”

Blair heard someone call “Mr Ward” in the distance and said aggressively. “Flora, I won’t tell Clayton that you hit me on purpose, so why do you have to say such things to make me feel bad! Who would take their own life to count on someone else, you know I was dying!”

“Don’t pretend with me here, do I not know what kind of person you are? Get out of here!” Flora pointed at Blair and said angrily. She knew only too well what kind of vicious face Blair hid under her gentle skin.

“Flora you don’t have to do this,” Blair reached for Flora, “I’ll be hurt if you misunderstand me like this, you’re the only good friend I have …”

“That’s enough!” Flora sternly interrupted her, “We have long ceased to be good friends, haven’t we? Let me stop, then you give me back the blood!”

She said with a flip of the hand, which did not use much force, Blair but fell backwards like a piece of paper, head knocked on the corner of the table, the vase on the table smashed on the floor and shattered.

At that moment Clayton just pushed open the door, saw Blair fell to the floor, grim gaze fell on Flora. “What’s going on!”

Blair looked at Flora with tears in her eyes. “Flora, is it true that if I give you back your blood, you won’t blame Clayton anymore?”

With that, she picked up a piece of broken glass on the floor and slashed it down towards her wrist.