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

When Fiona laid eyes on Tyler, her face softened noticeably. The tension that had been gripping the room started to ease up, and the heavy atmosphere began to

lift.

Tyler's hands were tied with rough rope, his wrists bruised and showing traces of blood. Fiona narrowed her eyes, a sharp gleam flickering in her gaze.

"Now that I've brought him to you, let my granddaughter go," the old man's deep voice echoed with authority.

His cloudy eyes were fixed on Fiona, almost as if he was ready to pounce. But Fiona didn't flinch. Her face was calm as she met his gaze. "I'm taking Tyler out of here."

"No way!" A girl's piercing voice sliced through the air, causing Fiona to wince. She shouted at the old man, "Grandpa, you can't let them leave! If Jules goes with her, I'd rather die."

the people around her with a cool detachment. Her focus remained on the old man-clearly the only one with

no doubt. But Fiona wasn't worried about a showdown. What really puzzled her was how such old-school traditions were still kicking around in

had shown up at the school looking for him, they'd dropped

this nasty woman out of here! I want her gone! She's trying to take Jules from

cried pitifully, but the old man stayed silent, sizing up

since you barged in so

chuckle inwardly at

gasp for air, while her smile shone bright and sunny. "I'm not here to chit-chat. I came

at Fiona and yelling like a banshee, "You little brat, you've got some nerve! You think a few years

Fiona sneered, rolling her eyes. After a long pause, the old man sighed and

Dad! Letting him go means it'll be hard to catch him next