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

Chapter 1036

Lydia had been waiting at home for what felt like forever, but Blake still hadn't shown up. She'd tried calling her sister a few times, but no luck-no answer. That nagging feeling of worry started creeping in. What if something had happened to her sister? Without wasting another minute, Lydia jumped in her car and headed straight to the University of Maple Grove. When she got there, she saw a big crowd gathered outside the office building. Security was out front, keeping everyone out. Seeing the chaos, Lydia's heart sank. This had to be serious. She was right-something bad had gone down. She quickly threw on a mask and squeezed her way through the crowd.

"What's going on? Why all the fuss?" someone in the crowd asked, clearly confused.

"You haven't heard? Mr. Blake's in some deep trouble. Someone dragged him in from the parking lot, and even Mr. Richard's here now. I heard it's got something to do with Flora," another person explained.

Hearing that name, Lydia's eyes narrowed. She could piece it together. Blake had been going after Flora's roommate, and Flora, being super protective, must've found out. Now it looked like she was getting her payback. Just what Lydia had anticipated. Thinking quickly, Lydia pulled out her phone, flipped on the camera, and started a livestream, aiming it at the security guard while she kicked up a fuss.

"Let me through! I'm Blake's sister, Lydia! What have you done to my sister? Everyone, check this out-this is the University of Maple Grove, a top school in Austenberg, and they're holding an associate professor without letting anyone see her. Who knows what my sister's been through..."

people

is she

seats to the drama! Anyone know the scoop? How did the University of Maple

Word is she caused a scene at the university and got an associate

really pull

scratching their heads, so they

come up," Mr. Richard instructed after getting

inside. She was still livestreaming, and the first thing she noticed was Flora, sitting by the door. Her heart skipped a beat as memories of that day at Rose's Studio came flooding back.

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attention was drawn to Blake, sitting in the corner. She was covered in trash from head to toe, reeking like she'd been dragged through a dump, with some unidentifiable thick goo clinging to her hair

nearly gagged at the sight. Her