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?" Elijah, picking up on Abbey's discontent, quickly interjected with a

Kruz's eyebrows shot up, his presence overwhelming Elijah with

was naturally imposing; his anger was something to

Elijah realize she'd lumped Kruz

but fear

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

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

her: "Flora, are you suggesting

when could just anyone

calmly met

in no

you follow your plan, he'll die

the

through everyone present.

don't operate Row, he'll die!" Abbey retorted with a scoff. "Just because you know a little about medicine doesn't mean you can question

You're not qualified!

was measured, her lips curling into a slight, mocking smile: "That's

Lone Island, was dumbfounded

as cold as a serpent's, locked onto Flora: "Are you saying you

her manner relaxed, as if it was the simplest thing in the

a loss for