Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 224

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meant to get a closer look, to understand the procedure better, but he hadn’t 

Crimson’s face paled with anger. She wanted to give Dr. Falcone a piece of her mind, while also felt a surge of worry for Flora. 

Beads of sweat dripped down Flora’s forehead. She pressed her lips tightly together and, after a few seconds, resumed stitching. Her movements were much slower and steadier than before. 

Dr. Falcone and Crimson hardly dared to breathe, fearing they might disturb Flora. After an agonizing twenty minutes, which would have made anyone’s hands tremble from being held up in the air for so long, Flora showed no sign of weakness, even while performing such a complex surgical procedure. Another five minutes passed, and Flora finally completed the last step. 

When she stepped away from the operating table, her hands were trembling uncontrollably. Her right hand, which had been injured while protecting a child and had hit the curb, was now in excruciating pain after performing such a demanding surgery. 

“From here, I’ll leave it to you,” Flora said, massaging her sore hand, addressing a guilt–ridden Dr. Falcone. “You can handle the closure, right?” 

“Absolutely, no problem at all!” Dr. Falcone nodded vigorously, his previous underestimation of Flora replaced entirely by admiration and respect! He had been too hasty in judging Flora, thinking her youth meant her skills were lacking. But this surgery had profoundly changed his view! 

With the surgery successfully completed, all three of them breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Séraphine, I’m so sorry!” As Flora was about to leave the operating room, Dr. Falcone quickly approached her and bowed deeply at a ninety–degree angle. It was a gesture of profound respect. Dr. Falcone emphasized his words carefully, “I was disrespectful towards you before, Séraphine. I hope you can forgive my ignorance.” 

“Please, stand up. I’m not upset,” Flora said, covering her head in slight exasperation. 

“Do you know who taught you? Your stitching technique reminds me of Dr. Jules.” 

“You know Jules?” Flora raised an eyebrow. 

Dr. Falcone’s face showed humility and embarrassment, “I was fortunate enough to attend a few of Dr. Jules‘ lectures. I desperately wanted to become his apprentice, but he found me lacking and refused.” 

“Who did you study under?” Dr. Falcone asked again. 

“It’s not something I can discuss.” 

In truth, her mentor was Jules, as he had taught her the skills, even though she wasn’t formally his apprentice. But currently, as Séraphine, mentioning Jules as her teacher could potentially cause unnecessary trouble for him. 

Dr. Falcone grew even more respectful, thinking Flora’s mentor must be some reclusive master, hence her reluctance to disclose his identity. At the operating room’s door, Dr. Falcone courteously opened it for her, his demeanor eager to please. 

Jordan and others had been waiting outside. Seeing them emerge, they eagerly inquired, “How did it go?” 

“The surgery was a success. The young lady will be fine, Flora said, rubbing her aching wrist. 

Hearing this, Jordan, the butler, and Jenny were overjoyed. 

“You can move her to her room now. The anesthesia hasn’t worn off yet, but she should wake up by tomorrow morning.” 

By the time they finished the surgery, it was already eleven o’clock. Jordan arranged for Dr. Falcone to be escorted back to his residence, while Flora and Crimson retired to the guest room prepared for them by the butler. Flora figured that once Ms. Bryant woke up tomorrow morning and she had checked her over, they would be able to leave. 

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The next morning at seven, Flora and Crimson got up, washed, and headed out. A servant waiting at the door respectfully said, “Mr. Bryant instructed us to ask you to visit the young lady’s room once you were awake.” 

Upon reaching Ms. Bryant’s room, they heard laughter. The door was open, and the butler, seeing them, hurriedly invited, “Please come 

in!” 

Flora and Crimson strode in. Jordan and Jenny bit upon seeing them. 

were there, their faces still lit with the remnants of joy, but their expressions sobered a 

Ms. Luna Bryant was sitting up against her pillows, eating a bowl of oatmeal spoon by spoon. Her eyes, lowered with a misty look, were unfathomable. It was like the early morning feg in a forest, elusive and mysterious. Perhaps due to her long illness, there was always a somber aura about her. Though she and her sister looked very much alike, Ms. Bryant had a unique air about her that Jenny did not 

possess. 

“Are you Séraphine?” Luna asked with a weak smile on her pale face. “My father told me about you. You saved me.” 

“How are you feeling now?” 

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“Much better. I’m not feeling tight–chested or headachy anymore.” 

“Ms. Séraphine, you’re truly miraculous!” the butler couldn’t help but interject. “Since your arrival, our young lady’s condition has improved remarkably! She’s been so lively this morning, eating three bowls of oatmeal and even asking for something more flavorful!” “Eating more is good, but try to avoid anything too greasy,” Flora advised after a thorough checkup. “You’re going to be just fine. Just make sure to rest well for a half month, and you’ll be indistinguishable from a healthy person.” 

Being indistinguishable from a healthy person… Luna’s heart raced with the thought.