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

The incident at Club 257 had really embarrassed the medical community, and I'm no saint to just brush it off. If they want me to clean up their mess, they better come forward and apologize.

Mr. Atticus's words were blunt but didn't come off as rude.

Everyone thought about it and realized he had a point. They wouldn't let something like this slide either.

Club 257 had definitely gone too far, so an apology was the least they could do. It wouldn't cost them anything, and it would even get them the medical help they needed. It was a win-win. "As long as someone from Club 257 apologizes, I'll handle the aftermath. If they don't, I'm afraid I won't be able to treat any of you."

After making his point, Mr. Atticus sat down and closed his eyes.

The crowd was in agony, almost driven mad by their discomfort, desperate for Mr. Atticus to treat them.

But he had made his position clear; unless someone from Club 257 apologized, even a knife to his throat wouldn't make him budge.

With gritted teeth, the group collectively stormed towards the mansion! After all, Club 257 had caused this mess. What was the harm in an apology?

Some hesitated but eventually followed.

Mr. Atticus smirked inwardly, having anticipated their desperation to force Crimson and the Club 257 executives into apologizing.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

People are inherently selfish, prioritizing their own interests above all else.

Thinking ahead, Mr. Atticus gave Susan a look, signaling her to follow the crowd and see what happened. Susan got the message and quickly joined the crowd. About fifteen minutes after they left, Flora and Connor showed up with their entourage.

Seeing Connor, Mr. Atticus instinctively recoiled in fear and caution.

What could Connor possibly want now? Was he here to defend Club 257?

However, his initial panic soon faded.

Connor must have also been poisoned. They needed him for the antidote; would they dare to attack him?

He even speculated that Connor was likely there seeking treatment, allowing Mr. Atticus to adopt a condescending demeanor.

Selene tightened her lips, guessing their purpose...

Mr. Atticus lifted his chin, expecting them to beg for treatment, but caught a glimpse of Connor motioning with his hand. Suddenly, Lance Colton and his team surged forward, detaining Mr. Atticus and all members of the medical community! "What are you doing?"

With his hands restrained by Colton, panic flashed in Mr. Atticus's eyes.

"Hand over the antidote!"

Jason exclaimed furiously, feeling as if ants were biting all over his body, appalled that Mr. Atticus still had the audacity to question their actions! Mr. Atticus was taken aback, then realized they suspected him of poisoning.

He would have poisoned them if he had found the opportunity.

With a scoff, he retorted, "So, Club 257 causes trouble, and now you want to pin the blame on the medical community?"

Connor and Flora chose not to waste words. Connor signaled Colton, who then tightened his grip on Mr. Atticus's arm and twisted fiercely.

The arm was contorted to an unimaginable angle, the sound of tearing bones erupting alongside Mr. Atticus's agonized screams.

The rest of the medical community shuddered, feeling as if their own bones were shattered.

The pain was excruciating...