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

As the words left her lips, the seventh elder's life came to an abrupt end. Fiona gave a firm toss, sending the body skidding into the corner. Her face was unreadable as she glanced up at the person approaching her, letting out a soft chuckle. "Here to try and stop me too?"

"Miss Fiona, I've been sent to escort you to the family estate. The matriarch is waiting for you."

Fiona smirked slightly but kept her thoughts to herself. She had no love lost for the person in front of her. Back when she was still part of the Stonnell family, he was one of the many who made her life difficult. Of course, she wasn't one to just sit back; she'd once delivered a kick that left his only son crippled, destined to live the rest of his life impotent, like a eunuch.

Anyone who dared to bully her would face consequences a hundred times over, while those who aided her would find their kindness returned a thousandfold.

"Still tied to the Stonnell family, huh? Must've been a rough few years for you." Fiona grinned as she walked away.

Nobody in the Stonnell family welcomed her return, nor did anyone stand by her side. They all secretly wished she would just disappear for good.

Fiona's return to the family estate caused quite a ruckus. When she arrived, the massive hall was packed to the brim, a sight that would make anyone's skin crawl. As she stepped in, the crowd instinctively parted to clear a path for her. She walked in with her head held high, brimming with confidence.

High-ranking members of the Stonnell family lined both sides of the hall, with the acting head seated prominently in the middle. An empty seat to the right of the acting head was reserved just for Fiona. That spot had originally been her parents', who had vanished without a trace over the years. Naturally, there were those eager to usurp their place of power.

Understanding human nature, Fiona didn't get angry.

As soon as she sat down, whispers of disapproval filled the air, seeing her actions as a deliberate provocation.

anything for the Stonnell family. What gives you the

she cast a brief glance

eager to voice their opinions now that they finally had a platform in

I'd be too embarrassed to

to survive all these

a man in his thirties. No

say whatever they

used to spout the same nonsense, but it's a shame he met his end

her legs and

teacup in her hand.

and

not for

in, it would've

into the speaker's

haven't changed a bit since we were kids," Fiona said,

brought her another cup of