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

The last time Fiona ran into Christina at the hospital, she was aggressive and demanding, a far cry from the calm and polite demeanor she was showing now. At one point, Fiona almost second-guessed what she was hearing.

"Ms. Fiona, do you have a minute? Allen wants to see you," Christina said with a friendly smile, glancing around at the group nearby. "Don't worry, Ms. Fiona, Allen just wants to thank you."

"No need. I've been paid for my services. If there's nothing else, we'll go grab our seats."

"Wait, Ms. Fiona."

Christina looked a bit awkward, paused for a moment, and then seemed to make up her mind. She leaned in and whispered something to Fiona.

A moment later, Fiona nodded. "Alright, lead the way."

"Thank you, Ms. Fiona," Christina said, then addressed the staff, "Make sure to take good care of them and get everything sorted."

As Fiona was heading out, Jackson held onto her hand tightly, not letting go.

"I'll be back soon, big brother."

Jackson didn't say a word, just gave Christina a look.

"It's fine, Ms. Fiona. Your friend is welcome to come along too."

Hand in hand, Jackson and Fiona walked into the lounge where Allen had been waiting. The minute he spotted Fiona, he stood up and approached her.

"Ms. Fiona."

"Let's sit and chat," Fiona said as she took a seat across from Allen, Jackson by her side.

Christina placed two bottles of water in front of them and quietly left, closing the door behind her. Clearly, this was something serious.noveldrama

"Ms. Fiona, I need your help again."

"Alright, tell me what's going on," Fiona said calmly.

"Well, here's the thing: after leaving the hospital, I bounced back quickly. But during a follow-up, the report said I have severe bipolar disorder. If I

it flares up today, it could get pretty bad."

Bipolar disorder? Fiona frowned. She had checked Allen thoroughly at the hospital and found no signs of anything like that.

"Could it be a misdiagnosis?" Fiona asked. "Did you get a second opinion?"

"This report just came in today."

Allen handed Fiona an envelope from the table. She opened it to find it was indeed from the General à Hospital. As she skimmed through, she noticed something was off` Though it looked official, someone had clearly tampered with it.

"Let me check your left hand," Fiona said, keeping her face neutral.

As she felt his pulse, she noticed it was unusually strong and almost twice as fast as normal.

"Lie down on the couch and take your shirt off," Fiona instructed, her tone turning serious.

Allen complied without hesitation, but

gripped Fiona's hand tightly. "Isn't a bit too much?"

ckson's brow furrowed as he

Fiona was baffled.

Of all times, why worry about propriety now?

"Listen, I'm a doctor. I know what I'm doing. I won't cross any lines."

She looked up at Jackson, her smile widening, "Trust me, big brother!"