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

He suddenly snapped to attention, "You're Flora?"

"Mhm," Flora responded cheerfully.

Kruz lost it, stomping his feet in a fury, "What did you do to my brother? Don't think you can mess him up! You wicked woman!"

Wicked woman?

Flora raised an eyebrow, "According to tradition, you should call me your sister-in-law."

"Do you think you deserve it? Do you really think you're worthy of my brother, worthy of being called my sister-in-law?"

Always posting those cringe-worthy quotes on social media, clearly just another lovesick fool.

He couldn't for the life of him understand what his brother saw in her!

Flora hung up the phone, her face neutral.

He wouldn't acknowledge her?

She wasn't exactly eager to recognize such a foolish brother-in-law either.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"Did someone call for me just now?"

Connor emerged from the bathroom, steam swirling around him.

Flora nodded and handed him the phone, "Kruz called. I answered it."

"Alright."

Connor took the phone, placing it on the nightstand, and smiled indulgently at Flora, showing he didn't mind her answering his phone without asking.

In the hotel.

Mr. Atticus and a group of disciples from various medical organizations were gathered.

Mr. Atticus, holding a tablet, scanned the online criticisms of the University of Maple Grove and Flora, unable to find any satisfaction, his face dark.

He had paid off journalists to keep the lab incident under wraps.

He knew that once the lab incident came to fight, Flora would inevitably become the center of attention overshadowing the medical

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organization's achievements.

"Listen up, we must win the competition in ten days. Losing is not an option!" he growled, but deep down, he felt uneasy.

He had never seen the University of Maple Grove as a real threat before.

Maybe it was because Flora and that woman were so alike, it made him jittery.

"Mr. Atticus, Flora is just book-smart. The competition isn't about writing papers; it's about actual surgery."

Orla spoke with confidence, "I've

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done my homework. She's just

freshman, with zero surgical

experience. There's no way she can win."

Even if she has that Sz talent?

Good writing won't help on the day of the competition.

She might be more talented than any of them, but her lack of resources and her young age meant she couldn't outdo them.

She thought Mr. Atticus was worrying over nothing.

"Go back and prepare well, I'm tired."

Mr. Atticus waved them off, his mind swirling with images of Flora and the icy eyes behind the mask of that woman on the island. He needed some peace.

Selene stood up and strode out.

The disciples of the medical organization followed, with Orla bringing up the rear.

"Do you guys think the Flora from the lab... looks a lot like her..."

The expressions of the disciples grew serious.

"You noticed too, right? I've felt that way for a while! Just didn't dare to say it in front of Mr. Atticus!"

That woman had cast too long a shadow over them...

They still remembered how she grabbed Susan by the hair and smashed her head against the stone over and over.

Until she was a bloody mess, and she never let go.

That madness and ferocity, just thinking about it made them shudder.