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

Chapter 1520

Fiona wasn't one to back down easily.

She cast a quick glance at the crowd that had been lingering at the hospital entrance, then calmly turned and walked into Jackson's room.

"Hey, brother, let's get out of here," she said, her voice a soothing melody. Casually, she slung a bag over her shoulder and helped Jackson sit up. "You want me to grab a wheelchair?"

"No, I'm good," Jackson replied, placing his feet on the floor. Despite a dull ache, he was alright.

While Fiona was away for a few minutes, he had caught up on the news alerts. Clearly, this crowd wasn't planning on letting Fiona off easy.

Together, they made their way out of the hospital, only to find the mob still there, ready to pounce if not for the security guards holding them back.

The protesters held signs of all sizes, some scrawled with ugly slurs, others with Fiona's picture crossed out in red. The most extreme had even brought a mock gravestone labeled "Fiona the Harlot."

The level of hostility towards a young girl was alarming, even to passersby. Whoever had orchestrated this chaos was downright sinister.

you just drop dead, you witch! Flirting with every guy you see, using your looks to snag them, have you no

this is what your

take you out? If I were you, I'd

the mob hurled a mock gravestone at

shielded her, but Fiona acted swiftly, kicking

who threw it, leaving a cut on

on your own time. Don't drag

left everyone stunned. Who would've thought a high school girl could kick back with such

move only fueled their anger, and they started shouting even louder. "You witch, how dare you fight

people and talking back! Didn't

her! We can't let this little witch slip away. We've got to teach her a lesson

out of her shock,

a lesson today. Do you know I'm part of the mob? You dare fight back?

Swnv

softly. Were these people for