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

They'd all defended Crimson to some extent when she was humiliated, but Flora wasn't about to thank them for it.

If these guys had really had Crimson's back, would she have gotten beaten to within an inch of her life? They were basically just spectators, a notch better than those who enjoyed the show. Flora didn't cut ties with them completely, though.

The rest of the group lined up in two rows in front of Mr. Atticus's table. Mr. Atticus, looking at the long queue and the array of medical tools laid out, was momentarily stunned before he caught on.

"Are you challenging me to a detox-off?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Flora didn't respond, just glanced at Elio at the front of the line. "Give me your hand."

Seeing her determination, Mr. Atticus couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity. She wanted to challenge him to a detox competition? It was laughable and self-destructive! He was a mentor in the medical organization; where did she get the nerve to compete with him? If Flora wanted to humiliate herself, that was on her!

scoffed inwardly, then looked at the person standing before him. "Come here, I'll detoxify

been thrilled to have Mr. Atticus detoxify them. But now, excitement was the last thing he

practically wishing them dead, and now she had Mr. Atticus detoxifying them? There had to be some catch,

blade could touch him, Elio grabbed her hand, his face

hadn't seen Nina all night

looking after her," Connor said from the

safe, Elio finally relaxed. With Connor's assurance, he

slightly to

Her tone was ice-cold.

The woman before him now was a far cry from the one he'd seen in the room earlier. Back then, she'd been distant but friendly. Now, her gaze was just cold. Elio understood; he hadn't protected Crimson, and now Flora despised him for it. Flora, expressionless, cut open his palm, and crimson blood flowed down his hand. Then, she applied a crushed pill to his wound.