Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1422

"Still got the nerve to talk back, huh? Boys, get him!"

"His brother's a rapist, so he's no better! Beat him up! Beat him up!"

"Ha-ha, look at him, so pathetic! Like a dog!"

These voices sounded young, just teenagers, but their words were incredibly vicious.

The manager’s face went pale, like he'd just been slapped. He was just going on about how peaceful and harmonious the rehab center was, and then this happened—a real slap in the face!

"Uh, actually..." he awkwardly started to explain.

But Fiona marched right towards the commotion.

Mikey quickly followed.

The manager wiped the sweat off his brow and hurried after them.

When they reached a large tree, they saw a group of teenagers wildly punching and kicking someone, hurling the nastiest insults as they did.

The young man lay on the ground, not fighting back, just clutching his head, his eyes filled with desolation and despair. A sense of hopelessness seemed to cling to him.

Even with the barrage of kicks and punches, he didn’t flinch, only his long, dark lashes trembled slightly. He was used to it. He'd long grown accustomed to this kind of beating.

"Damn, you almost bit my ear off! Your brother’s a rapist, did I lie? He’s the worst kind of rapist!"

A bulky teenager spat at him, touching his still-bleeding ear, burning with rage, wishing nothing more than to take Tyler down. He lifted his foot again, aiming at Tyler's face!

"Ah!"

A scream like a pig being slaughtered pierced the air!

"Who the hell dared to hit my leg! It hurts like hell, it hurts so bad! Ah!"

Her unique fragrance approached, and the young man felt a darkness before his eyes. In the silence, her voice suddenly rang out.

Then a pair of delicate, fair hands reached out to him.

The young man’s eyelashes trembled, and he slowly lifted his head.

His gaze fell on her tender palms.

They were beautiful hands, clearly pampered from a young age, untouched by hardship.

He lifted his head a bit more, eyes tracing her clean clothes, up to a face that was fair and lovely.

Fiona noticed he was struggling to look at her, so she bent down a bit, reaching out her hand: "Can you stand up?"

The young man silently looked at her for a full two seconds, confirming there was no malice in her eyes. Then he pursed his lips, braced himself with one hand on the ground, and slowly stood up.