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.

with every guy you see, using your looks to snag them, have you no shame?"

and this is what your

the car crash not take you out? If I were you, I'd be too

hurled a mock gravestone

kicking it right back. These people had

flew back, hitting the woman who threw it, leaving a

die, do it on your own time. Don't drag others down with you," Fiona

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

and they started shouting even louder. "You witch, how dare

all, hitting people and talking back!

little witch slip away.

finally snapped out of her shock, pushing her way to the front,

you know I'm part of the mob?

Swnv

softly. Were