Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1785

Fiona had never bought into tales of ghosts or the supernatural, and she definitely didn't believe that some spooky figure in the dead of night could be a murderer.

Hospitals usually had surveillance cameras, and she was determined to get to the bottom of what happened. Jasmine’s body had been ravaged almost entirely from the inside, beyond any hope of saving. These creatures had digestion and reproduction rates that seemed out of this world. The only way to stop them was to keep them from water, which would cause them to dry up and die in seconds.

“Just great!” Fiona muttered, frustration boiling over as she clenched her fists. All she could do now was use acupuncture to keep Jasmine hanging on by a thread. But once that thread snapped, Jasmine would be gone for good.

The idea of Jasmine dying this way made Fiona's body tremble. She’d always thought if Jasmine were to die, it’d be on the battlefield, fighting beside her, not like this.

They’d dodged countless assassination attempts since childhood, surviving both open attacks and hidden threats. They’d built their own empire from the ground up, which was no small feat. And just when they were about to hit their stride, everything was falling apart. Fiona punched the metal bed frame in frustration.

"Fiona," Jasmine's voice was barely a whisper.

Her face was alarmingly pale, making her features look even more delicate and lovable.

"Fiona, I’m alright. See? I’m still here, aren’t I?" Jasmine reached out, hooking her fingers with Fiona's, managing a small smile. After all these years, she knew exactly what Fiona was feeling.

"Fiona, knowing you was enough for me in this life. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have made it this far. I’m content, though I do wish I could see you reach the top, see you marry that guy Jackson. It’s a bit of a regret."

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