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

Is Corbyn really taking Flora as his apprentice? No way!

Amos shook his head, "Miss Tara, you've got it all wrong. Ms. Flora isn't becoming the master's apprentice."

Hearing this, Tara's anxious heart relaxed a bit. Thank goodness. Corbyn had praised Flora in front of her multiple times, and Tara was genuinely worried that he'd take Flora under his wing. For some reason, Flora just unsettled her. It was as if Flora's presence threatened to take away everything Tara held dear.

Just as Tara let out a sigh of relief, Amos dropped another bombshell: "Ms. Flora isn't becoming Corbyn's apprentice! In fact, Corbyn has already taken Flora as his sister!"

Wait, Corbyn made Flora his sister?! No way! Tara thought she must have misheard. She forced a smile. "Wha-what?"

Amos could see how stunned Tara was and sighed, "Miss Tara, it's hard to believe, right? But the master really has acknowledged Ms. Flora as his sister. Which means, technically speaking, you should be calling Ms. Flora 'Auntie.""

Tara's face went completely blank. Auntie?! Has the master lost his mind, calling a girl her age his sister? This is just ridiculous!

"It's getting late, Ms. Flora. We should head inside, or we'll miss it," Amos said, excusing himself and quickly leading Flora away.

Flora's eyes brushed over Tara, whose face was now pale, and she smirked as she followed Amos upstairs. Even as they disappeared from view, Tara stood frozen, feeling a chill run through her. Her gut feeling had been right! Flora was definitely trouble. What kind of trick had she pulled to get the master to call her sister? Was she plotting to overshadow Tara?

Upstairs, Sydney was clutching a recipe, rehearsing her lines when she noticed Amos escorting a woman into the conference

From afar, the silhouette seen met

familiar. Sydney frowned. Could it be that sneaky Flora?

Sydney's grip tightened on the

recipe. No, no, no. It couldn't be her. Tara had assured her Flora wouldn't show up, and with her status, there was no way she'd be allowed in the conference room. Sydney took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and reassured herself. With the recipe in her hand, she was sure to become Corbyn's apprentice! Her good fortune was just around the corner!

At the conference room door, Amos held it open for Flora. "Ms. Flora, after you."

Flora nodded and walked in. As the doors swung open, everyone inside turned to look at her simultaneously!

Corbyn sat in the middle, with anThis content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

empty seat on his left. On either side, there were eight elderly gentlemen, all high-ranking officials of the Medical Hall. They were usually too engrossed in their work to appear in public, only showing up for major occasions.

"Ah, you finally arrived!" Corbyn exclaimed, visibly excited to see Flora. He stood up and walked over to her, pulling her in. "I was starting to think you wouldn't show."

Knowing Flora's independent streak, it wouldn't have been a surprise if she hadn't come.

"Corbyn, is this the Flora girl you've been talking about?" The officials squinted at her, "She's so young!"

"At her age, any of us could be her grandfather," one remarked.

"Watch it, who are you calling a grandfather?" Corbyn retorted playfully, kicking back. Now that Flora was his sister, any talk of being her grandfather would just mess up the family dynamics.