Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1983

“The patient needs some rest now. Please have a seat and don’t disturb her,” the young nurse said as she wheeled over a cart to tend to Amy’s bandages.

Amy’s parents didn’t argue. They just moved to the other side of the room, their eyes sharp and cold, clearly calculating something.

Bentley looked bored, barely made an effort to say a few comforting words, then left without another glance—he couldn’t even be bothered to fake it.

Only Lucy stayed. She clutched a handkerchief and kept dabbing at her eyes, her cheeks red and damp, like she really was heartbroken. Amy shot her a quick look and instantly saw through the act.

If a parent truly cared about their daughter, wouldn’t they rush her straight to the hospital instead of leaving her in the school infirmary? Lucy’s performance was so bad, it was almost embarrassing.

But Amy didn’t call her out. Instead, she put on a grateful face, acting like she believed her parents were doting on her. Lucy, thinking she’d earned Amy’s trust, looked even more pleased with herself.

Even the nurse couldn’t hide her disapproval of Amy’s parents. Meanwhile, Bentley was already spreading Amy’s story all over, making her out to be a helpless victim and painting the Gregory family as the ones who were suffering. The Gregory family’s stock price soared.

You had to admit, Bentley could spin any story to his advantage.

“Amy, honey, I’m going to get you something to eat. Be good and stay here for your treatment, okay?” Lucy finally said, clearly restless. She grabbed the excuse and hurried out.

“Okay,” Amy replied sweetly, playing her part perfectly.

As soon as Lucy left, Amy let out a soft sigh, pulled out her phone, and ordered herself some food delivery. By the time the order arrived, half an hour had passed.

“Would you mind picking up my delivery at the school gate?” Amy asked the nurse, her big eyes wide and innocent. “I can’t really walk right now, and I’m starving. I’ll pay you for the trouble, I promise—please?”

Amy really knew how to play her role.

That was enough.

The nurse, still bristling with righteous anger, soon came back with the bag of food. When she walked in, Amy was sitting there, holding her phone, looking all innocent and fragile. As soon as she noticed the nurse, she hurried to flip her phone face down on the table—but “accidentally” let it slide off the edge. The phone hit the floor, screen lighting up to reveal a photo.

It was a family picture: Amy and her parents, both of them looking empty, like the happiness had been drained right out of them. No smiles, just blank faces.

But Amy scooped up the phone like it was her most precious belonging.

In her rush, she pulled at her wound, and blood started to seep through the bandages. The pain made her gasp.

The nurse, startled, rushed over to help Amy back into bed, picking up the phone for her. She glanced at the family photo, her eyes darkening with quiet outrage.