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

Amy wasn't just quiet-she could really take it.

The moment Fiona left, Amy's parents finally let their guard down. They shared a loaded glance before turning their attention to her, something unreadable flickering in their eyes.

"Amy, you should go home first," Bentley said, his voice cold and distant. "Your mom and I still have things to discuss. We need to stop by your school and talk to your teachers." He barely spared her a second look, like he couldn't be bothered.

Lucy, as always, kept her gentle act. She reached over, took Amy's hand in both of hers, and gave it a soft, comforting pat. "Amy, you've seen how things are with the Gregory family right now. No matter what, make sure you get along with Ms. Fiona, okay?"

Amy nodded, obedient and quiet, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper. She didn't even dare to speak up.

Bentley's jaw tightened-her meekness only seemed to piss him off more. He shot her a glare, his words like knives.

"Don't forget, you're the Gregory family's heiress, not some scared little nobody. If you keep acting like this, you'll ruin us. Useless! Even that fake Amy before you would never have been so pathetic. Sometimes I wonder if you're really my daughter."

word hit Amy like a slap. She pressed her lips together and stared

basement-did you ever think about what that

was, after all, her daughter. How could Lucy not

worry about saving money for us. Everything we have will be yours

gentle, a world

took the card, her voice small. "I understand, Mom. I'll go home

up her bag and quietly left

her parents

"If you want to keep fake Amy safe,

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