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

Chapter 1888

After Fiona finished speaking, Pearl just sat there, frozen, staring at the dagger as tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't make a sound, but her whole body shook with silent sobs-crying for her own pain, and for how badly she'd misplaced her trust.

Fiona wasn't here to comfort her. She needed answers, fast—especially about the knife. Was it the same one used when Jackson was attacked? She leaned in, her voice sharp but calm. "Come on. What do you know about this?"

Pearl's voice trembled. "I can't say. If I talk, I'll die." She looked desperate, not defiant-she wanted to explain, but fear had her in a chokehold.

"You don't have to talk," Fiona said coolly, "but think about it: this time, you got lucky because we rushed you to the hospital. Next time, you might not be so fortunate. We can't protect you all the time. If someone really wants you dead, they'll come for you when you least expect it."

Pearl knew Fiona was right, but she just pressed her lips together and stared at the ceiling, refusing to say another word.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Fiona, really. Everything before-those were my mistakes. I caused you trouble, and I'm sorry for that." Pearl finally looked away from the dagger, her voice barely above a whisper. "This was an accident. It had nothing to do with anyone else. Ms. Fiona, you and your friends should just go. My parents are coming soon. I'll be fine."

Fiona nodded, a faint smile on her face. "Alright."

to throw herself into danger, Fiona wasn't about to stop her. Besides, she'd already gotten what she came for. Fiona had deliberately mentioned the black market-Pearl's reaction had given her everything she needed. No denial, no protest. That meant the dagger probably really did come from the black market. Time

never actually checked out the black market in the States before. Maybe

through the glass window on the hospital room door. "Fiona, someone's coming.

soon as Pearl heard it was her mother, panic flashed across her face. She instinctively grabbed Fiona's hand,

Pearl was afraid of. But she wasn't going

go, please. We're

still wrestling with herself internally-if her dad wasn't there, her mom would definitely

like she was

Fiona's hand, and even though her back was still bleeding, she didn't seem to care anymore. Her safety mattered more

Fiona just smiled. "Alright."

mentioned Deanna's odd behavior she'd decided to stick around. All she needed was for Pearl to tell the truth on her own-and maybe, just maybe, to

down on the sofa. The