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

"I've had it up to here with those idiots, always gossiping behind our backs. Just wait, I'll drag them here and settle this right in front of you!" As soon as those words left his mouth, the entire class seemed ready to join forces, itching to storm over to class 5 and confront them.

Fiona, seeing their eager faces, rubbed her temples and was about to speak when a familiar voice came from the doorway.noveldrama

"Ms. Fiona, are you alright?"

Everyone turned to see it was Mr. Keaton, their homeroom teacher, who let out a sigh of relief upon finding Fiona sitting safely. With a playful wipe of imaginary sweat from his brow, he chuckled softly. However, his mood soured when he noticed the students' fired-up demeanor. His eyes landed on Robert, the most visibly agitated, and he pointed at him with a slightly trembling finger. "What's this? Planning a brawl, are we?"

Robert, caught by Mr. Keaton's stern look, opened his mouth to explain but thought better of it and clamped it shut.

The focus shifted back to Fiona. "It's nothing," she said, standing up with her usual effortless cool.

"I've already spoken with the school administration. They're taking this seriously, so rest easy; your safety at school is guaranteed."

Fiona's connections were so powerful, they were untouchable. If anything happened to her at school, it wouldn't just be Mr. Keaton in hot water-Principal Garcia's job might be on the line too.

He had broken into a cold sweat upon hearing about Fiona's kidnapping, his shirt drenched.

Fiona acknowledged him with a nonchalant nod, while Robert still seemed visibly upset.

"Mr. Robert, if you have something to say, just say it. We're not kids here; no need to hold back."

Robert, simmering with frustration and unable to vent, was about to argue with Mr. Keaton when Fiona shot him a warning glance.

His lips moved, but he stayed silent.

"It's fine; we were just kidding around. See, I'm perfectly alright. Aren't you relieved?" she reassured.

Mr. Keaton, with his hands clasped behind his back, nodded, seemingly satisfied.

But no sooner had he left than Robert, as if flipped by a switch,

started clamoring again about

confronting class 5. The others

chimed in support.

To them, bullying Fiona was like insulting their whole class-something they couldn't let slide.

Robert, face flushed with anger, pointed dramatically toward the door, "You don't have to worry anymore. We'll handle this and show them the consequences of messing with you."

Fiona, leaning back against the desk with her arms crossed, gave him a lazy glance.

"Sit down, don't stir up trouble. Now's not the time."

Robert looked incredulous.

"They can't talk about you like that! You might put up with it, but I can't. Even if it means fighting, we've got your back."

Fiona turned her gaze out the

window, silent, with only a faint smile playing on her lips. She knew exactly who was behind her abduction.

Louise...

Hmph.

With a casual flick of her pen, Fiona strolled out the door.