Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1968

Amy wasn’t just quiet—she could really take it.

The moment Fiona left, Amy’s parents finally let their guard down. They shared a loaded glance before turning their attention to her, something unreadable flickering in their eyes.

“Amy, you should go home first,” Bentley said, his voice cold and distant. “Your mom and I still have things to discuss. We need to stop by your school and talk to your teachers.” He barely spared her a second look, like he couldn’t be bothered.

Lucy, as always, kept her gentle act. She reached over, took Amy’s hand in both of hers, and gave it a soft, comforting pat. “Amy, you’ve seen how things are with the Gregory family right now. No matter what, make sure you get along with Ms. Fiona, okay?”

Amy nodded, obedient and quiet, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper. She didn’t even dare to speak up.

Bentley’s jaw tightened—her meekness only seemed to piss him off more. He shot her a glare, his words like knives.

“Don’t forget, you’re the Gregory family’s heiress, not some scared little nobody. If you keep acting like this, you’ll ruin us. Useless! Even that fake Amy before you would never have been so pathetic. Sometimes I wonder if you’re really my daughter.”

Every word hit Amy like a slap. She pressed her lips together and stared at the floor, silent.

“That’s enough. What’s the point of all this now?” Lucy said, jumping in to defend her. “She spent years locked in that basement—did you ever think about what that did to her? Who taught her anything? If she’d grown up in the Gregory family like the fake Amy, do you really think she’d be worse?”

Amy was, after all, her daughter. How could Lucy not care?

“Amy, take this card,” Lucy said, slipping a bank card into Amy’s hand. “If there’s anything you want, just buy it. Don’t worry about saving money for us. Everything we have will be yours anyway. Your dad just wants you to take over the Gregory family sooner—he gets impatient, but don’t blame him, okay?”

“If I’d known it’d turn out like this, I would’ve gotten rid of her from the start—thrown her in the ocean and saved us all the trouble.”

Lucy shot him a cold look. “Keep that to yourself. If I ever hear you say something like that to Amy, you can forget about protecting your precious fake Amy.”

The two of them were soon arguing, voices rising behind the closed door, not noticing Amy standing outside. She lifted the corner of her mouth in a faint, knowing smile.

Neither of them were any good.

One played the villain, the other the saint. What a show.