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."

up. Once you're better, you can

sure to

to have the strength to confront Susan. Flora chatted with Crimson for a bit longer before Connor returned with

of white porridge, he managed to make it taste extraordinary. Crimson downed two big bowls in no time. After eating, Crimson

doctor about Crimson's condition. Once reassured she was fine, Flora finally felt at

Atticus is planning

but

have stopped them,"

slipping it into his coat pocket. "Should we let

go. We can't keep them

she had already achieved her

me Atticus's apology

her the

hand, Flora walked to another room, opened her laptop, and typed in a URL. The

into her

of the handwritten letter, and clicked send. After a few quick keystrokes, she looked at

phone buzzed. It was a message from

you coming to the

realized it was already

Got something on. I'll be there on

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