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

"Flora!"

Adrian's eyes widened when he spotted Flora; her presence was a surprise. He glanced over at Kruz, realizing it must have been him who brought her here. Flora?

The room, packed with both immediate and extended members of the Johnson family, froze at the mention of her name.

When did Adrian have someone named Flora in his circle?

As Flora approached, moving with a calm and steady grace, her slender frame was offset by a commanding presence. Even Kruz seemed to show her a level of respect that hinted at her significance. But why did she seem so familiar to everyone?

It was as if they'd seen her before but couldn't quite place her.

Abbey's expression darkened upon seeing Flora.

What was she doing here?

The Smith family had already extended an invitation, and now Flora was here too. It felt like a deliberate slight against her!

"Make way, make way!"

Kruz announced loudly, guiding Flora to the bedside.

"Flora, please, take a look at Karter!"

is currently attending to Mr. Johnson. What's the idea of letting in these dubious people?"

his

nobility, Kruz was naturally imposing;

she'd lumped

mouth opened, but fear kept

see that Kruz, usually the affable one, could

frail, middle-aged man on the bed and took a step forward, only to be stopped

you suggesting

just anyone question her

calmly met hers. "The patient is

no condition

you follow your plan, he'll die on

the operating

rippling through everyone

has caused a blood clot blocking his airway. If we don't operate Row, he'll die!" Abbey retorted with a scoff. "Just because you

You're not qualified!

slight, mocking smile: "That's

most celebrated medical genius on Lone Island, was dumbfounded

as a serpent's, locked onto Flora:

relaxed, as if it

a loss