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

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Yvonne was fuming to the point that her nose seemed to twist, while Flore strolled into the room, her demeanor bright and brisk, In the room, Aisha lay on the bed, convulsing violently. She clutched her neck with both hands, struggling to breathe.

Flora quickly approached, taking out a perfume she had prepared beforehand and dabbing it on Alsha’s forehead, neck, and wrists. Visibly, within just a quarter of an hour, Aisha’s cyanotic complexion began to improve gradually. Her breathing became steadier. “She was choked with rage,” Flors stated calmly. “She hasn’t fully recovered yet. It’s best not to let her experience any extreme emotions for now. Even after she’s better you need to control her emotions.”

Choked with rage….

Ray’s heart clenched. Was it really because of him? Had Alsha grown to detest him so much that just seeing him would choke her with rage?

Soon, Aisha woke up. She slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw were a pair of calm eyes hidden behind a mask. Her gaze swept across everyone in the room, pausing briefly on Ray. Then she shifted her gaze, focusing back on Flora.

“Did you save me?” Her voice was cold, carrying the chill of winter frost.

In Aisha’s eyes, Flora saw a desolate despair. The girl showed no desire to live, something Flora had realized during her treatment.

Flora nodded. “Yes, it was me. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

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The girl didn’t say thank you. Her amber eyes looked empty, staring off into space.

Seeing her like this, Flora was inexplicably reminded of herself in a past life. She wondered what kind of ordeal the girl had been through to end up this way.

Flora didn’t say anything else, just asked her, “Want some candy?”

Aisha looked visibly taken aback, frowning slightly. She had been chronically ill, her skin a pallid pale where every vein was clearly visible.

Flora pulled out the pastries from her pocket and handed it to Aisha. “It’s quite sweet.”

Behind her, Connor’s face changed slightly at the sight of the familiar pastries, his gaze on Flora becoming more probing.

Aisha stared at Flora for a moment, took the pastries with a cold expression, tore open the wrapper, and bit into it. She chewed without any expression, as if even the sweetest treats tasted bland to her.

Flora asked everyone to leave, so

Alsha could rest and recover.

Outside, Flora said, “Aisha’s condition has improved significantly. Just avoid overexciting her. If this happens again, don’t worry, just use the perfume I left, dab it on her as I did, and shell recover shortly!

“Thank you, Séraphine.” Ray was so moved, tears welled up in his eyes.

Flora gave him a lazy glance and said, “You’re welcome. Just transfer the consultation fee to my account. Eight million.”

Ray’s face stiffened, thinking incredulously that she had actually doubled the fee.

However, if it could cure Aisha, he was willing to pay, even if it meant emptying his family’s coffers.

“Séraphine, I have a friend’s son who has a similar condition to Alsha’s. I’d like to ask for your help, no matter the cost. Paul said, somewhat ingratiatingly

“No matter how high the fee is, I’m not interested. I’m not in need of money.” Flora didn’t even look at him, her lips curling into a slight, mischievous smile.

“What do you want, then?” Paul frowned, imitated by Flora’s attitude.

“I make house calls based on people, not payment. If I like someone, it could even be free. If I don’t, no amount of money will make me treat them.”

“And you, the Brimer family. Flora’s voice dragged, “I find every single one of you annoying, so I flatly refuse to treat anyone related to the Brimer family”

Paul’s face darkened. He had shown ber some respect, and she was blatantly acting so arogant.

“Seraphine, I respect you, but don’t push it.”

“I just did. What are you going to do about it?” Flora chuckled lightly, using her hood to look at him, her eyes sparkling with mockery.

Suddenly, Ray felt that the eight million consultation fee was well spent. At least Séraphine was willing to make a house call, which meant she didn’t hate him that much.