Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Chapter 224

meant to get a closer look, to understand the procedure better, but he hadn’t

Crimson’s face paled with anger. She wanted to give Dr. Falcone a piece of her mind, while also felt a surge of worry for Flora.

Beads of sweat dripped down Flora’s forehead. She pressed her lips tightly together and, after a few seconds, resumed stitching. Her movements were much slower and steadier than before.

Dr. Falcone and Crimson hardly dared to breathe, fearing they might disturb Flora. After an agonizing twenty minutes, which would have made anyone’s hands tremble from being held up in the air for so long, Flora showed no sign of weakness, even while performing such a complex surgical procedure. Another five minutes passed, and Flora finally completed the last step.

When she stepped away from the operating table, her hands were trembling uncontrollably. Her right hand, which had been injured while protecting a child and had hit the curb, was now in excruciating pain after performing such a demanding surgery.

“From here, I’ll leave it to you,” Flora said, massaging her sore hand, addressing a guilt–ridden Dr. Falcone. “You can handle the closure, right?”

“Absolutely, no problem at all!” Dr. Falcone nodded vigorously, his previous underestimation of Flora replaced entirely by admiration and respect! He had been too hasty in judging Flora, thinking her youth meant her skills were lacking. But this surgery had profoundly changed his view!

completed, all three of them breathed a sigh of

quickly approached her and bowed deeply at a ninety–degree angle. It was a

I’m not upset,” Flora said, covering her head in slight

Your stitching technique reminds me

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something I can discuss.”

she wasn’t formally his apprentice. But currently,

Flora’s mentor must be some reclusive master, hence her reluctance to disclose his identity. At the operating room’s door, Dr. Falcone courteously opened it

had been waiting outside. Seeing them emerge, they eagerly inquired, “How did it go?”

The young lady will

this, Jordan, the butler, and Jenny were overjoyed.

her to her room now. The anesthesia hasn’t worn off yet, but

surgery, it was already eleven o’clock. Jordan arranged for Dr. Falcone to be escorted back to his residence, while Flora and Crimson retired to the guest room prepared for them by the butler. Flora figured that once Ms. Bryant woke up tomorrow morning and she had checked her over, they would be able to leave.

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Crimson got up, washed, and headed out. A servant waiting at the door respectfully said, “Mr. Bryant instructed us to ask you to visit the young lady’s room once you were

room, they heard laughter. The door was open, and the

in!”

Jordan and Jenny bit upon seeing them.

lit with the remnants of joy, but