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!

three of them breathed a sigh of

Flora was about 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

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

stitching technique reminds me of Dr.

Flora raised an

lectures. I desperately wanted to become his apprentice, but he found me lacking and refused.” Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ

under?” Dr. Falcone

I can discuss.”

formally his apprentice. But currently, as Séraphine, mentioning

Falcone grew even more respectful, thinking 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

outside. Seeing them emerge, they eagerly inquired,

lady will be fine, Flora

Jordan, the butler,

now. The anesthesia hasn’t worn

the guest room prepared for them by the butler. Flora figured that once Ms. Bryant woke

frod

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

reaching Ms. Bryant’s room, they heard laughter. The door was open, and the butler,

in!”

Crimson strode in. Jordan and Jenny bit upon seeing them.

lit with the remnants of joy, but their expressions