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!"

idea of letting in these dubious people?" Elijah,

up, his presence

imposing; his

did Elijah realize she'd

mouth opened, but fear

amused to see that Kruz, usually the affable one, could

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

at her: "Flora, are you suggesting there's something wrong with my

could just

met hers.

in no condition

you follow your plan, he'll die on the

on the

through everyone present.

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

You're not qualified!

was measured, her lips curling into a slight, mocking smile: "That's your limitation. Who says surgery is the only option?" Her

on Lone Island, was

cold as a serpent's, locked onto Flora:

as if it

was at a loss for