The Billionaire’s Unexpected Treasure

The next morning, Flora had just opened her eyes and moved slightly when her body felt as sore as if it had been crushed.

The memories of last night flooded into her brain, especially the sound of “Blair”, causing Flora’s heart to crumple into pieces.

As expected, three years have passed, and nothing has changed except that he disgusts her.

The seat beside her was long empty, and Flora got up slowly, propped herself up on the bed, dressed up and opened the door to go downstairs.

The butler hurriedly brought him his suit and then stood by respectfully.

Clayton was fixing his tie and said without expression. “When she wakes up, tell her to take the medicine.”

The butler was about to say something, but finally nodded and said. “Yes, sir.”

With everything in order, Clayton walked towards the door, but stopped halfway and turned back to the housekeeper and said. “Tell her not to send that mess to the outer office, it’s an eyesore.” After saying that, he closed the door with a bang.

Flora’s body swayed, her fingers gripping the staircase handrail, her face pale.

Today was Clayton’s birthday, and in three years, it had never been spent with her.

Steadying her mind until there was not the slightest ripple on her face, Flora went downstairs as if nothing had happened.

“Miss Wood, breakfast is ready.” The butler said respectfully.

She had been married to Clayton Ward for three years and no one had ever called her Mrs Ward.

“Thank you.” Flora walked slowly to the dining room and took her seat, while the housekeeper followed behind her.

The housekeeper did not leave until Flora had finished her breakfast, standing by, wanting to say something.

“Jayson, do you have any birth control pills in the house?” Flora asked in a calm voice. Instead of letting someone reveal that embarrassment, she should have taken the initiative to reveal it herself.

At this point, she could only maintain her precarious dignity.

“Yes, Miss Wood, I’ll bring it to you.”

Soon, the housekeeper prepared medicine and warm water and placed them in front of Flora.

In front of the housekeeper, Flora took the medicine without seeing the housekeeper leave.

Yes, what Clayton explained was not all done.

Sure enough, the housekeeper spoke. “Miss Wood, Mr Ward said …”

“I see.” Flora interrupted him. What ridiculous dignity, long ago Clayton trampled down to the crumbs.

The butler breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Flora with some sympathy, but in the end, he only slightly owed and left.

Flora’s fingers holding the glass of water are white. Three years, she still hadn’t refined to the point of being invulnerable to swords and spears.

Flora sat expressionlessly at the table for a while, not knowing when the tears fell on the back of her hand, before she got up in a panic and fled back upstairs.

As soon as she pushed open her bedroom door, her cell phone rang abruptly. After Flora saw the caller ID, she hurriedly dried her tears and picked up the phone.

“Miss Wood, is it convenient to come to the hospital? We need to talk to you about your grandmother’s condition.” The voice of the old man’s attending physician came from the other end of the phone.

Flora’s grip on the phone tightened, and only after a long time did she suppress the heaving thoughts in her heart and say with difficulty, “Yes, I’ll be right over.”

However, Flora had just put her hand on the handle when a twinge of pain shot through her belly, causing her to turn white and slide painfully along the door to sit on the floor.

This was normal for her, who had been on the pill for a long time.