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

to leave the operating room, Dr. Falcone quickly approached her and bowed deeply at a ninety–degree angle. It was a gesture of profound respect. Dr. Falcone emphasized his words carefully, “I was disrespectful towards you before, Séraphine. I

stand up. I’m not upset,” Flora said, covering her head

taught you? Your stitching technique

Flora raised an

Dr. Jules‘ lectures. I desperately wanted to become his apprentice, but he found me lacking

you study under?” Dr. Falcone

something I can

truth, her mentor was Jules, as he had taught her the skills, even though she wasn’t formally his apprentice. But currently, as Séraphine, mentioning Jules

his identity. At

them emerge,

was a success. The young lady will

the butler, and Jenny were

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

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

frod

seven, Flora and Crimson got up, washed, and headed out. A servant waiting at the door respectfully said, “Mr. Bryant instructed us to

room, they heard laughter. The door was open, and the butler, seeing them, hurriedly invited, “Please come

in!”

in. Jordan and Jenny

the remnants of joy, but their