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?"

tampered with something!" Mr. Atticus insisted, "You could have messed with the medical supplies, it must be

then whose could it be? Surely not a flaw in his own medical

focus on treating those people

focused on her own patients the whole time, and neither the Club 257 nor the Empire Base members had interfered during Mr. Atticus's treatments. This clearly

cradling his brother noticed he had stopped breathing and screamed in panic,

Flora, crying and begging, "Ms.

just wanted his

doctor present besides Mr. Atticus. And

they urgently pleaded, "Ms. Flora, please save

name or even what she looked like, but hearing Lance and Colton call her Ms.

Ha...

her hand and tilting her head. She was smiling,