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

No sooner had the words left her mouth than a chubby little dumpling crawled out from under the table, looking up at her with wide, timid eyes, as if genuinely afraid she'd throw her into the sea. Flora was used to her sudden appearances by now and remained calm. Noticing the needle marks on her hand, she squinted, "What happened to your hand?"

The little girl's delicate hand was dotted with several puncture marks.

"Daddy found a really good doctor who said he could cure me. These marks are from the injections he gave me," Nina sighed with a maturity that belied her age. "But what's the point?"

Even at five, she wasn't completely naive. Over the years, Elio had taken her to countless doctors, and she had a vague understanding that she must be seriously ill. Otherwise, why would the treatments stretch on for years without success?

So, could this new doctor really cure her now? And if not, why continue the treatments?

Seeing her sad expression, Flora felt a pang of sympathy. So young and already burdened with such a harsh fate.

"Help yourself to anything on the table," Flora offered.

"You're not going to throw me into the sea, right?" Nina asked anxiously.

Flora was baffled. Why was this little girl so afraid of being thrown into the sea? She wasn't that mean! When had she ever given her that impression?

She shook her head firmly. "No."

at her nervously. "I can really eat anything? And

"Yes," Flora nodded.

she eagerly started eating from

at the sight of the little girl sprawled on the

Colton who had previously threatened to interrogate her, instinctively wanted

handsome big brother... So

no matter their age, all have a soft spot

sparkling with admiration. "Do you have a wife? Can

this. Being someone's wife meant you could be with them forever! And if big brother cooked so well, she'd get to eat delicious food for life! Plus, she wouldn't have to worry about that scary woman throwing her into

Flora: "..."

only five, what are you even

him over, and when he approached, she kissed him on the lips. "See? This

Husband...

Connor's throat bobbed.

pouted, looking

and said softly, "Have some soup. It's just the right temperature; it'll get cold if you don't drink it now." Flora cooperated