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!

the surgery successfully completed, all three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

her and bowed deeply at a ninety–degree angle. It was a gesture of

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you? Your stitching technique reminds me of Dr. Jules.”

Jules?” Flora raised an eyebrow.

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study under?” Dr. Falcone asked again.

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formally his apprentice. But currently, as Séraphine, mentioning

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

outside. Seeing them emerge,

was a success. The young lady will be fine,

this, Jordan, the butler, and Jenny

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

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

frod

and headed out. A servant waiting at the door respectfully said, “Mr. Bryant

The door was open, and the butler, seeing them, hurriedly invited, “Please come

in!”

Jordan and Jenny bit upon

the remnants of joy, but their expressions sobered