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

Seeing that Aunt Helen wasn't budging, Jasmine didn't waste words. She grabbed Aunt Helen's wrist, gave it a firm pull, and sent her spinning towards the hospital room door.

"Sorry, Aunt Helen," she said simply.

As Jasmine finished her move, Fiona stepped up to the bedside. The rest of the Bryant family finally caught on to the situation, scrambling to push Fiona away. After all, if the old Mrs. Bryant were to die, it would suit their plans just fine.

Jasmine, no martial arts master but certainly tough enough, was more than capable of restraining these folks.

"Fiona, Grandma's in your hands now," Jasmine said, tangled up with several family members.

Fiona didn't flinch. She opened her kit of sterilized needles, took one out, and swiftly inserted it. Almost instantly, the old lady gasped for air, showing signs of life.

"Jasmine, are you trying to get your grandma killed?" someone shouted.

The Bryant family was in a frenzy, rushing at Fiona. But with Jasmine standing in their way, they had no chance to get through.

"Jasmine, you've got the heart of a snake! How could someone as disloyal as you come from the Bryant family?"

"If you're going to be heartless, don't blame us for being ruthless."

The room descended into chaos as they all lunged forward, desperate to put an end to this. They all shared one fear: if the young girl managed to save the old lady, their plans would be ruined.

Stopping Fiona was their top priority.

Jasmine, outnumbered, took a few hits but didn't back down. As long as she held her ground, Fiona could work to save Grandma. Grandma was her everything; she couldn't let anything happen to her.

"Fiona, Grandma's in your hands," she repeated, pushing everyone out with sheer determination, her face bruised but her resolve unshaken.noveldrama

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Fiona quickly inserted needles into the key acupuncture points on the old lady's body. Within minutes, Mrs. Bryant coughed up a mouthful of dark blood, her complexion visibly improving with a healthy glow.

"Please, madam, don't move yet," Fiona advised.

Mrs. Bryant recognized Fiona immediately and reached for her hand, but Fiona gently pulled away.

"Madam, I'm grateful for all those years, but I don't want the Stonnell

family

grudges to spill over to the

Bryants. Jasmine shouldn't bear the same burdens I have."

Mrs. Bryant understood, her eyes filled with a mixture of sympathy and regret.

"It must've been tough for you all these years on your own," she said softly.

Fiona gave a gentle smile, her eyes warm with unspoken emotion, and shook her head lightly.

She carefully removed the needles, and Mrs. Bryant was soon able to stand and walk. With some rest, she'd be healthier than ever.

Fiona glanced at the door, knowing Jasmine must have taken quite a beating for her.

"Open the door and let them in," Mrs. Bryant said with a smile.

Fiona headed to the door just as it was kicked open. Jasmine stumbled in with it, clearly having taken a few hits herself.