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!"

to Mr. Johnson. What's the idea of letting in these

shot up, his

from nobility, Kruz was naturally imposing; his anger was

realize she'd lumped Kruz in with

opened, but fear kept

lips curled slightly, amused to see that Kruz, usually the affable one, could

bed and

you suggesting there's

just anyone question her

you tell?" Flora's gaze calmly met hers. "The patient

in no

follow your plan, he'll die

on the operating

anxiety rippling through

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

You're not qualified!

slight, mocking smile: "That's your limitation. Who says surgery is the only option?" Her

the most celebrated medical genius on Lone Island, was dumbfounded that Flora would dare call her out

a serpent's, locked onto Flora: "Are you saying you can cure

as if it was the simplest thing

at a