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!"

the idea of letting in

Kruz's eyebrows shot up, his

imposing; his anger

then did Elijah realize she'd

mouth opened, but

to see that Kruz, usually the affable one, could be so commanding when

the frail, middle-aged man on the bed and took

you suggesting there's

could just anyone question her

gaze calmly met hers. "The

no condition

you follow your plan,

the operating

rippling through everyone present.

If we don't operate Row, he'll die!" Abbey retorted with a scoff.

You're not qualified!

mocking smile: "That's your limitation. Who says surgery is the only

the most celebrated medical genius on Lone Island, was dumbfounded that Flora

Flora: "Are you saying you can cure him without

nodded, her manner relaxed, as if it

a loss