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

The incident at Club 257 had really embarrassed the medical community, and I'm no saint to just brush it off. If they want me to clean up their mess, they better come forward and apologize.

Mr. Atticus's words were blunt but didn't come off as rude.

Everyone thought about it and realized he had a point. They wouldn't let something like this slide either.

Club 257 had definitely gone too far, so an apology was the least they could do. It wouldn't cost them anything, and it would even get them the medical help they needed. It was a win-win. "As long as someone from Club 257 apologizes, I'll handle the aftermath. If they don't, I'm afraid I won't be able to treat any of you."

After making his point, Mr. Atticus sat down and closed his eyes.

The crowd was in agony, almost driven mad by their discomfort, desperate for Mr. Atticus to treat them.

But he had made his position clear; unless someone from Club 257 apologized, even a knife to his throat wouldn't make him budge.

With gritted teeth, the group collectively stormed towards the mansion! After all, Club 257 had caused this mess. What was the harm in an apology?

hesitated but

anticipated their desperation to

their own interests above

a look, signaling her to follow the crowd and see what happened. Susan got the message

instinctively recoiled

now? Was he here to

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been poisoned. They needed him

there seeking treatment, allowing Mr.

lips,

expecting them to beg for treatment, but caught a glimpse of Connor motioning with his hand. Suddenly, Lance Colton and his team surged forward, detaining Mr.

Colton, panic flashed in Mr.

"Hand over the antidote!"

furiously, feeling as if ants were biting all over his body, appalled that Mr. Atticus still had the audacity to question their actions! Mr. Atticus