Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1298

"Tara!" Tara's whole demeanor shifted. The warmth and understanding in her eyes were gone, replaced by a sharp edge as Flora's words cut through her pretense like a knife. Her expression grew fierce: "Flora, you—"

"Not calling me Ms. Flora anymore?" Flora's smile stayed put, and she let out a playful click of her tongue. "Sister, you're just not up to it."

Is that all you've got, trying to put on an act with me?

Flora's cocky attitude hit Tara like a slap. How could Flora be so brazen, acting like she was above everyone else without a care in the world? What gave her the right...

"Hey, what's going on? Is everything okay?"

Corbyn wandered over, noticing the tension in the air. "Tara, sweetheart, are you alright?"

The sight of Corbyn made a flicker of panic flash in Tara's eyes, but she quickly composed herself. "Master, it's nothing..."

Flora watched Tara, clearly seething yet holding back because of the crowd, and clicked her tongue again.

Why put on a show?

Pretending to be the innocent one.

She couldn't even express her anger.

Unlike Flora, who was unapologetically bold. What could anyone really do to her?

Corbyn sensed something was off with Tara but shrugged it off, turning warmly to Flora. "Flora, had enough rest? The afternoon tests are about to start. Come on, let's head upstairs."

He then added, "Oh, Tara, make sure to have the kitchen send up some desserts and snacks. The tests will take a couple more hours, and your uncle's bound to get hungry."

Flora's still young.

Still growing!

Tara: "......"

"Oh, and aren't you great at making desserts? They're pretty delicious. If you’re free, why not whip up a batch for us?"

Corbyn, oblivious to Tara's growing irritation, merrily led Flora upstairs, leaving Tara fuming, her expression darkening like a storm cloud about to burst.

"Uncle Ben, honestly, we should just junk that tractor..."

It's so run-down that sitting in it feels like your head might fall off, not to mention the bruises it gives your backside.

Why keep such a clunker?

Joey sighed. "Flora, you don't get it. Every family's vehicle is precious, and we need approval from the Enforcement Division to replace them. Ours hasn't even reached ten years, so we can't apply for a new one yet. We'll just have to make do."

It's not used much anyway, just for the occasional hauling.

Flora's face twisted with disbelief. "Ten years... and how much longer are we stuck with it?"

"Not long, just four more years!"

Four more years with that old heap???

Flora couldn’t bear the thought, feeling embarrassed. The idea of riding in that tractor again made her head spin. "Uncle Ben, maybe I could get you a new vehicle..."