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.

Stonnell family. What gives you the right to sit in that

eyebrow, staying silent as she cast a brief

finally had a platform in the Stonnell family, were being used

shoes, Fiona, I'd be too embarrassed

all these years without

some guy from the Woods family, a man in his thirties.

blazed with icy fury. They could say whatever they wanted about

used to spout the same nonsense, but it's

crossed her legs and

teacup in her

and

not

in, it would've

the speaker's

bit since we were kids," Fiona said, tapping her

the table. Soon, someone brought her another