Crimson raised an eyebrow, "Guess I'll have to trouble Mr. Connor."

"It's no trouble at all."

Connor gave a slight nod and followed someone to the kitchen.

"He's really good to you," Crimson said, resting her chin on her hand as she watched Connor leave, clicking her tongue.

Connor had a significant status, yet here he was, willing to cook for Flora.

Flora chuckled, "Well, he is my fiancé. Of course, he'd be good to me."

Crimson clicked her tongue again. "Such a blow to all the single folks out there."

"Alright, lie down and chat." Flora placed the bowl of porridge on the bedside table and tucked away the small table. "Doesn't sitting up hurt your back?" "Yeah, a bit."

Crimson lay down comfortably.

"Have all the major forces left?" she asked.

Flora nodded, "Yep."

Crimson chuckled, "Flora, you're impressive."

locked up. Once you're better, you can deal

sure to

pressed against the inside of her cheek, a wicked smile spreading across her face. She needed to recover to have the strength to confront Susan. Flora chatted with Crimson for a bit longer before Connor returned with

simple bowl of white porridge, he managed to make it taste extraordinary. Crimson downed two big bowls in no time. After eating, Crimson felt sleepy and curled

Crimson's condition.

Atticus is planning to

but Lance and

have stopped them,"

into his coat pocket. "Should

go. We can't

she had already achieved her

Atticus's

handed her the

opened her laptop, and typed in a URL. The

logged into

photo of the handwritten letter, and clicked send. After a few

the laptop, Flora's phone buzzed. It was a message from

coming to the lab

it

I won't be in today. Got something on. I'll be there on

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