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

In just a matter of minutes, the friends and families of the other victims turned on Mr. Atticus, demanding answers. Once a respected and celebrated figure, he had now become a pariah.

Mr. Atticus was in disarray, struggling to stay on his feet. He couldn't fathom how things had gone so wrong so fast. Then, it hit him-his eyes widened as he glared at Flora.

It was her!

It had to be that scheming woman! He had known something was off when she'd been so eager to let him treat people. She was setting him up all along!

"It was you, wasn't it! They're like this because of you! You've been sabotaging us behind the scenes!" Mr. Atticus shouted, convinced he had uncovered the truth. It couldn't possibly be his fault. He puffed up with self-righteous indignation, staring daggers at Flora.

"You're heartless! Whatever issues we have, these people are innocent. How could you do this to them?"

Lance couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Do you even hear yourself? You're trying to pin this on us? You were the one treating them! Did we interfere at all? With all these witnesses, how could this possibly be our fault?"

must have been you who tampered with something!" Mr. Atticus insisted,

their doing, then whose could it be? Surely not

on treating those people on the ground. If they die,

been focused on her own patients the whole time, and neither the Club 257 nor the Empire Base members had

noticed he had stopped breathing

he crawled on his knees to Flora, crying and begging, "Ms. Flora! Please, save

forgotten, he just wanted his brother

another doctor present besides Mr. Atticus. And this Ms. Flora seemed

urgently pleaded, "Ms.

looked like, but hearing Lance and Colton call her

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them die? Flora maintained her pose, resting her chin on her hand and tilting