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

These folks are like dogs with a bone, just won't quit until they hit a brick wall. Fiona got that better than anyone, but she had bigger fish to fry.

"So, you're saying the kid's Allen's? Where's your proof? You can make all the claims you want, but without solid evidence, your words won't stand a chance in court."

"We've got a copy of the hospital's report!"

Fiona quickly pieced it all together and shot a glance at the hospital director. In front of him lay a bunch of reports, clearly stating that Erica had visited the hospital two months back, and the fluid they collected was a match with Allen's.

This was the linchpin Erica's family was hanging onto, insisting Allen was the father. What a crafty move.

Even Fiona had to give them props for their cleverness. This kind of plotting was way beyond someone like Zoe, who was all style and no substance—a pretty face with no smarts to back it up. The Larkin family from Maple Grove definitely had some brains.

she pointed to the part of the report about Allen's fluid. She chuckled, "Tough luck for you, but a few months back, Allen was poisoned by his manager, and I treated him. I remember his test results like it was yesterday, and this report here? It doesn't match. Even the tiniest

didn't see that coming-Fiona having an ace up

had come from someone who

you can twist it however you like. You're just trying to get Allen off the

off Erica's

pulled out a notebook, clicking her pen as she scribbled. She turned to Erica, "Miss Smith remember

age, we should be finishing school and

"So what?"

a teacher, to inspire and

pale as she slumped back into her chair, the light in her eyes

carried on, like a relentless echo: "If you can't prove this child's. Allen's, I have no problem taking this to court. A forensic test will sort it out with a paternity test. At that point, it won't matter whose child it is, as long as it's not Allen's. I hope