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.

every guy you see, using your looks to snag them,

this is what your

who gets mixed up with you is cursed. How did the car crash not take you out? If I were you, I'd be too ashamed to

someone in the mob hurled a mock gravestone at

swiftly, kicking it

flew back, hitting the woman who threw it, leaving

time. Don't drag others down with

thought a

and they started shouting

hitting people and talking back! Didn't your

witch slip away. We've got to teach her a

been hit finally snapped out of her shock, pushing her way to the front, finger pointed

it, you little witch, I'm going to teach you a lesson today. Do you know I'm part of

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snorted softly. Were these people