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

In just a matter of minutes, the friends and families of the other victims turned on Mr. Atticus, demanding answers. Once a respected and celebrated figure, he had now become a pariah.

Mr. Atticus was in disarray, struggling to stay on his feet. He couldn't fathom how things had gone so wrong so fast. Then, it hit him-his eyes widened as he glared at Flora.

It was her!

It had to be that scheming woman! He had known something was off when she'd been so eager to let him treat people. She was setting him up all along!

"It was you, wasn't it! They're like this because of you! You've been sabotaging us behind the scenes!" Mr. Atticus shouted, convinced he had uncovered the truth. It couldn't possibly be his fault. He puffed up with self-righteous indignation, staring daggers at Flora.

"You're heartless! Whatever issues we have, these people are innocent. How could you do this to them?"

Lance couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Do you even hear yourself? You're trying to pin this on us? You were the one treating them! Did we interfere at all? With all these witnesses, how could this possibly be our fault?"

"It must have been you who tampered with something!" Mr. Atticus insisted, "You could have messed with the medical supplies, it must be so!"

If it wasn't their doing, then whose could it be? Surely not a flaw in his own medical skills? Impossible!

Lance was done arguing. "Instead of blaming us, maybe you should focus on treating those people on the ground. If they die, it's on you."

The crowd wasn't stupid. As Lance pointed out, Flora had been focused on her own patients the whole time, and neither the Club 257 nor the Empire Base members had interfered during Mr. Atticus's treatments. This clearly wasn't Flora's fault.

"Bro! Bro! Wake up!" Suddenly, the young man cradling his brother noticed he had stopped breathing and screamed in panic, "Wake up! Bro...!!!"

Desperate, he crawled on his knees to Flora, crying and begging, "Ms. Flora! Please, save my brother! Save him!"

Pride forgotten, he just wanted his brother to live.

The others quickly remembered there was another doctor present besides Mr. Atticus. And this Ms. Flora seemed to be even more skilled!

Seeing her as their last hope, they urgently pleaded, "Ms. Flora, please save them! You can't just let them die!"

They didn't know her name or even what she looked like, but hearing Lance and Colton call her Ms. Flora, they followed suit.

Ha...

Let them die? Flora maintained her pose, resting her chin on her hand and tilting her head. She was smiling, but her eyes were icy.

They accused her of being heartless, but where were they when Crimson was in trouble?

With that thought, Flora slowly curved her lips into a smile, her gaze sweeping over their desperate faces. "I was just helping you get what you wanted."

Didn't they insist on Mr. Atticus treating them? Even if it meant pushing Crimson to the brink?

Well, now their wish had come true. And they would have to deal with the consequences.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"Ms. Flora, just tell us, what do we need to do for you to save them?"