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

Flora was really shaking things up!

Mr. Tanner was just as surprised as everyone else; he never thought they'd catch the jury's attention like this.

"I've always heard about the Medical League having a jury, but this is the first time I've actually seen one in action!" "The fact that Flora's work has even gotten the jury all worked up is just wild..."

At first, people were whispering about it, but as the excitement built, they couldn't keep their voices down.

The whole square was abuzz, with hundreds of folks all talking about one person-Flora.

...

In the surveillance room, Abbey's face twisted with envy, her insides burning with jealousy. She let out a painful whimper.

She had planned for Flora to make a fool of herself, but instead, Flora had become the star of the show!

No way was she letting the jury see Flora's test.

She rushed to the jury's room, catching Mr. Jordan at the door.

"Ms. Abbey," he said, surprised to see her but still polite.

Even though Abbey's antics during the prelims had rubbed people the wrong way, she was still the White family's eldest daughter, and that came with some respect.

Abbey glanced at the printed test in his hand and put on a puzzled face. "Mr. Jordan, aren't you supposed to be grading? What brings you here?"

"Oh, it's like this! In this round, one of the tests was just... different," Mr. Jordan struggled to articulate. "I wasn't sure how to score it, so I thought the jury should weigh in." Abbey's nails were nearly digging into her palm, but she kept her cool.

She forced a smile, "I've heard about

it already. Do we really need to bother the jury over something like this?" She chuckled warmly, "I've checked out the test myself. Most of it is spot on, with a few mixed-up formulas. Seventy percent seems fair."

This time, Abbey was savvier. Instead of giving Flora a zero like before, she awarded a reasonable score.

No one has perfect answers, and docking a few points is totally normal. Flora wouldn't have any grounds for complaint.

"This..." Mr. Jordan hesitated.

He personally felt the test deserved a jury's glance.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

The formulas seemed random, but on closer look, they hinted at something deeper. Some formulas he'd seen in rare books but hadn't explored fully. That's why he wanted the jury to see it.

"It's really something. We should have a look," he insisted.

"Mr. Jordan, you know how the jury gets. They'll be annoyed if you bug them with minor stuff," Abbey said, her tone Cooling as she noticed his stubbornness. "And with the results already delayed, the participants are restless. If this blows up, there'll be repercussions."

"But..."

"Come on, just go back and enter the scores."

Mr. Jordan wanted to protest, but Abbey cut him off, tugging him away as she spoke.

"Ms. Abbey, please, don't rush me.

We're already here; let's just let the jury take a quick peek. The results are delayed anyway, a bit more time

won't

n't hurt."

Mr. Jordan was flustered, not understanding Abbey's hurry. They were right at the door; what harm could a quick jury review do? "Ms. Abbey..."

"What's all this racket?"

The door, which had been shut tight, swung open to reveal an elderly man with graying hair, looking none too pleased.