Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life
Chapter 1072

"Mr. Raul, should we handle this directly?" the assistant asked cautiously.

Henrik stayed silent for a moment. Sure, he could easily take care of Liam Peyton himself, but Cecelia deserved to know about all this. If two people just vanished into thin air, Cecelia would figure it out sooner or later.

To Henrik, a strong relationship needed trust and respect. He couldn't just hide behind the notion of doing what's best for Cecelia and make decisions without her input. That kind of thing could easily drive a wedge between them. She had every right to have a say in this

matter.

"Get Cecelia for me," Henrik instructed.

"On it," the assistant replied, stepping out and soon returning with Cecelia.

"Mr. Raul, you wanted to see me?" Cecelia asked, her eyes curious.

"Yes." Henrik nodded, signaling for the assistant to leave. Once they were alone, he said, "It's about your foster parents."

The sparkle in Cecelia's eyes vanished instantly.

Henrik laid it all out for her, his gaze steady and his voice soft but convincing. "I've thought it through, and you deserve to know. Cecelia, I realize you're not fond of me, but I'm here for you, always. Whatever you decide, I'm with you."

His words were sincere, like he was showing her his very soul. When he mentioned her not liking him, there was a slight pause in his voice.

He promised to always have her back. For Cecelia, who had weathered life's storms mostly alone, it was a first to hear someone vow unconditional support.

It felt surprisingly good.

Cecelia felt her restless heart calm down. She wasn't afraid anymore. It was time to deal with her foster parents' situation once and for all.

She needed to untangle this knot in her heart to move forward and open up to others.

"Aisha wants to spill my secrets, huh?" Cecelia said, feeling lighter now. She gave a sly smile. "Let her go for it."

We'll see who ends up worse off in the end.

...

Over at the Irving family home, Flora was sprawled on the couch, munching on chips while video chatting with Crimson.

Raul was in the kitchen, whipping up

some sweet and sour pork ribs, with Connor lending a hand. Raul had the day off and decided to cook a special meal for Flora. Connor

tagged along for the occa.oral ne

swnevel.

Flora had ordered a spread of her favorite dishes and was now lounging like she owned the place.

"Hey, Flora, that Cecelia girl is about to get played," Crimson remarked with a click of her tongue. "Hmm?" Flora paused mid-chip.

"Some

to kicky named Aisha is trying

while you're down, right?"

Bson chuckled. "She mu right?"

have a

death wish."

Flora brushed the chip crumbs off her hands. "Definitely asking for it."

Going after someone close to her? That took nerve.

"But your brother's already on it. With him involved, Aisha doesn't stand a chance," Crimson added. Her brother knew about this?

Flora arched an eyebrow, then broke

into a grin and continued

on her chips. "If my brother's

swnovel?

handling it, you can sit this one out."

Gotta give him his chance to be the hero, after all.

Crimson chuckled knowingly. "Got it."