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

Mr. Tanner and the others grabbed a cab and took off.

Flora shot Moss a quick message, asking him to come get her. But just as she stepped onto the curb, a massive truck came barreling her way! It was moving so fast, like the driver had a death wish, and it closed in on her in a blink! The air was filled with the terrified screams of bystanders. Flora twisted her body just in time, narrowly escaping being run over, though her elbows and knees scraped hard against the curb.

A bald man, wearing a mask, leaned out the truck's window, looking shocked, as if he hadn't expected Flora to dodge so quickly. In the next heartbeat, he pulled out a gun and aimed right at her arm. Bang-

The bullet tore into Flora's left arm with brutal force.

...

Lone Island.

First Hospital.

VIP Wing.

By the time Connor arrived, Flora had already been taken into surgery.

"Ms. Flora is in rough shape. She's got a nasty fracture in her left arm and some scrapes, but the worst is the arm. The bullet went clean through it. We've just managed to get it out..."

"How's she doing?"

sweat, struggling for breath as if caught in a chokehold.

now he was a mess, having rushed over in a panic. His face, normally a mask, was alive with fear,

Incredibly important to him.

Flora herself was tough as nails; despite her severe injuries and being drenched in blood, she hadn't

as white as sheets

minutes later,

out of surgery. Her

a dark shade of blue, and her arm was wrapped in thick bandages that were still

like his heart was in a vise, his breathing

Flora...

felt weak, trembling

fancy VIP room, stiff out cold from the anesthesia. Connor stayed by her bedside, not

Ms. Flora is locked up in the dungeon. We caught him trying to flee," Moss reported, standing by Connor's

to Flora's pale face, his hand

a soft sigh, Moss stepped out