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

The boy clung tightly to the man, his eyes brimming with desperation as he looked at her. "Ms. Flora, please save my brother! He's on the brink!"

Flora's lips twisted into a sly smile. "Relax, it's just a minor issue. He's not going to die."

Mr. Atticus was taken aback. "Minor issue?!"

I thought he was knocking on death's door?

Flora pulled out a small knife and skillfully made a shallow cut on the man's chest. Almost immediately, the man, whose face had been an alarming shade of purple, began to breathe easier, and his complexion started to return to normal.

Putting the knife away, Flora chuckled. "The poison's neutralized. Their condition was due to blood clots blocking their lungs. A simple fix."

"What?!"

Mr. Atticus's face contorted in shock. He rushed to check the man on the ground. His face went from green to white and back again, glaring daggers at Flora. "Are you messing with me?!"

Rage boiled in his eyes. Who would've thought he'd get played by a woman!

The poison was already neutralized!

just suffering from blood clots

he'd been too panicked and insecure. Seeing someone in danger, he'd instinctively assumed his detoxification method had failed. Seeing his reaction, Flora turned to him with a smile that said it all: "Yup, I played you. What're

"You!"

so furious he felt faint and collapsed to

glances. Clearly,

She's ruthless...

three hours to detoxify everyone. Once done, the various factions

the folks from Empire Base and Club

the time everything was done, she was utterly exhausted, her hands trembling from the extended

fatigue, took her hands and gently massaged them. Just then, a staff member came running in to report

in bed, leaning against the pillows, eating porridge. Her injuries were severe, and every tiny movement sent

with each

moment she saw

her voice laced with a touch of grievance. "Flora darling, I can't stand this porridge.

want something tasty!"

down by the bed. "Your body's still healing. You can only