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."

She pressed

the point of all this now?" Lucy said, jumping in to defend her. "She spent years locked in that basement-did you ever think about what that did to her? Who taught her anything? If she'd grown up

after all, her daughter. How

hand. “If there's anything you want, just buy it. Don't worry about saving money for us. Everything

gentle, a world away from

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

bag and quietly left

her

shot Bentley a glare. "Can't you keep it together?" she snapped. "If you want to keep fake Amy safe, you'd better treat your real daughter better. Sure, she's not as slick as the

poured himself a shot of liquor and knocked it back