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

She knew it wasn't right.

Flora didn't owe Shawn anything. But as a mother, her first instinct was always her son. She might as well apologize to Flora, she thought.

Alyssa's heart-wrenching cries tugged at anyone's heartstrings. Flora slid her phone back into her pocket, irritation creasing her brows. She glanced at Orla and gestured for her to come over. Orla strutted over, thinking she'd won, a smug smile playing on her lips. "So, Flora, you've agreed?"

She had brought it up in front of Shawn's parents and the lab team, confident that if Flora refused, they'd all see her as heartless and selfish. A little media manipulation would make Flora's life hell in Austenberg.

Orla expected Flora to beg, to plead desperately. The thought widened her smile, but it quickly froze.

Her eyes widened in terror.

She hadn't even seen Flora move, but suddenly a sharp pain shot through her knees, and she was on the ground, kneeling.

Orla's bodyguards rushed in, hands reaching for their waists.

Guns!

air was thick

and the others turned pale,

by her side. His presence was overwhelming, exuding authority and dominance, making everyone feel a deep-rooted fear and

Connor's presence, looking as meek as quails. They had been with the medical organization for years,

"Flora, you!"

her voice. The pain in her knees was

How dare she!

dare she treat her

might withhold the antidote

I'll let you go. Otherwise, none of

eyes glinted with a

Flora's bold

to her feet, teeth clenched in anger. "Flora, you've gone too far! I've been nothing but polite, and yet you... Fine! If I'm not welcome, I'll

leave, Alyssa quickly grabbed her. "Miss

of her son