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.

the report about Allen's fluid. She chuckled, "Tough luck for you, but a few months back, Allen was

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

someone who swore it was foolproof.

it however you like. You're

brushed off

to Erica, "Miss Smith remember our first

we should be

"So what?"

to inspire and educate, not repeat past mistakes. But look at what

the light in her eyes snuffed out. That line hit

voice 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,