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

"Dr. Cross!"

Mr. Jordan couldn't contain his excitement at the sight of the elderly man. Dr. Cross was the head honcho of the jury, wielding immense influence in the global medical scene. Calling him the top dog in medicine wouldn't be an overstatement.

Even the prestigious White family had to bend over backward to get him on board with the jury. Not only was he an honorary professor at the Medical Institute, but he was also a towering figure in the medical world.

"Dr. Cross, I apologize for interrupting. We were just about to leave."

Abbey's face tightened a bit when she spotted the elder, silently cursing Mr. Jordan. If he had just gone along with her without making a scene, they wouldn't have caught Dr. Cross's attention.

She quickly tried to steer Mr. Jordan away, but he had no intention of leaving. He sidestepped her touch and eagerly addressed Dr. Cross, "Dr. Cross, sorry to trouble you, but we've hit a snag with a paper from the semifinals. We're struggling to grade it accurately and could really use your expertise."

"Oh?"

Dr. Cross's curiosity was piqued. He'd crossed paths with Mr. Jordan a few times and knew of his impressive medical knowledge. If even he couldn't make heads or tails of this paper, it had to be something special.

"Let me have a look."

"Here you go!"

Mr. Jordan quickly handed over the paper. Abbey was inwardly fretting but couldn't do much to stop the proceedings.

Dr. Cross unfolded the paper and started with the questions. As he read, he was perplexed. When did the medical competition become this tough? Such tricky and offbeat questions? Judging by past participants, it seemed unlikely anyone could nail these answers. As he pondered, his eyes drifted to the answers below, and his casual demeanor shifted to one of intense focus.

"Hold on a sec, I'm taking this inside for everyone to check out."

He said, hurrying back into the room with the paper in hand.

...

Back at the competition venue, everyone was on edge.

"What's the deal with Flora's paper? It's been ages. The jury should've decided by now."

"Ugh, it's always Flora, isn't it? Is she doing this on purpose? Does she love hogging the spotlight?"

"Her answers might not even be right. Why's everyone so worked up? For all we know, our scores could be better than hers!"

Some folks were clearly miffed at Flora; excellence often stirs up envy.

As everyone simmered with mixed emotions, a commotion at the entrance grabbed their attention. A group was making a grand entrance, led by a man with gray hair and a lean frame. His suit jacket seemed a bit too big for him as he rushed over, urgency etched on his face.

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The crowd was floored at the sight of him.

Why had Dr. Cross shown up out of the blue? And the group trailing him, each one a heavyweight in the medical world-folks you'd be fucky to even see. Why were they all here today?

Could it be... because of Flora?

"Who is Flora?"

Just as they were wondering, Dr. Cross approached the Austenberg team with a serious tone.

Mr. Tanner stiffened, clueless about

their intentions. Was there a major issue

with Flora's formulas?

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Otherwise, why would they all be here?

Flora had already risen and stepped forward, calmly declaring, "That's me."

"You are Flora?"

Dr. Cross's eyes lit up, and the jury members behind him eagerly turned their attention to her, their eyes brimming with enthusiasm!