Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 632

Flora stayed silent, her eyes lazily fixed on him.

Dr. Ray and Shawn, along with the others, barely dared to breathe. They had no idea what was going on but could tell Hudson was desperate for Flora's help.

Flora, unfazed by Hudson's threats, stood her ground, her presence so formidable that it made everyone else uneasy.

"Flora... I’m begging you..." Hudson's head pounded with excruciating pain, tormenting him to the brink of madness. His body felt like it was engulfed in flames and being bitten by a million ants at the same time, obliterating all his rational thoughts.

He softened his tone, pleading with Flora. Getting cured was now his top priority.

"Fifty million dollars. If you can come up with that, I'll treat you."

Fifty million dollars...

Hudson felt a lump forming in his throat, nearly passing out from the sheer shock. Was she trying to rob him? His grandfather had always kept his spending in check, and fifty million was all he had! Giving it to Flora would leave him utterly broke.

Dr. Ray's mouth twitched at the mention of fifty million dollars. Flora sure knew how to set a price. And she made it sound like it was just fifty bucks.

"Fine," Hudson gritted his teeth, finally nodding in agreement. Money could be earned back, but he only had one life.

Alexa's face twisted with jealousy. Fifty million dollars—a sum she had never seen in her entire life. Why did Flora deserve it?

"Flora, since you’ve agreed to the treatment, start now! If you fail to cure him..." Alexa bit down hard. She knew Hudson’s condition better than anyone; it was incredibly difficult to treat. If she couldn't cure it, there was no guarantee Flora could. She had warned Hudson, but he seemed possessed, choosing to believe in Flora over her.

Hudson, anxious, kept his eyes on Flora, hoping she would now be satisfied. He was nearly driven mad by his suffering. Couldn't Flora just start the treatment?

Under his desperate gaze, Flora casually reached for a bag on the table, pulling out a strip of pills and tossing it to Hudson.

"Take this, and you’ll be healed in three hours."

Hudson: “?”

Was it really that simple?