All Chapters of Falling for My Best Friend's Dad: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Flora's POVThe heavy smell of antiseptic was the first thing to hit me.My head throbbed with a dull, heavy pulse, and my eyelids felt as thick as lead. Slow, steady beeps filled the small room, ticking away like a clock. I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to make the spinning in my head stop.Then, the memory of the gun came rushing back into my mind. The loud shot. The flash of bright light. The terrible cold sound of Victoria's voice screaming at me.I gasped, my eyes flying open in a sudden panic."My baby!" I cried out, my voice coming out as a tiny, broken scrape against my dry throat. "My baby!"My hands scrambled wildly at the white hospital sheets, trying to touch my belly."Flora! Flora, hey, shh. Look at me," a voice called out softly.Two warm, strong hands immediately caught mine, holding them still against the mattress. I blinked away the blurriness and saw Eugene leaning over the side of the bed. His face was pale, dark circles sitting under his tired eyes, but his hands

Flora's POVThe heavy front door of the Vance house opened, and the clean smell of home filled the air.I took one step onto the smooth hallway floor. Hospital rooms were okay, but nothing felt better than being back home.Before I could take another step, Eugene put his arms around my waist from behind."Whoa, slow down," Eugene said quietly right in my ear. "Watch the rug. Don't fall. Lean on me."I let out a big sigh and rolled my eyes, but I couldn't stop myself from smiling."Eugene, please," I said, turning my head to look at him. "Stop treating me like an egg. I'm not going to break if I walk three steps. The doctor said I was fine to go home."Emily came in right behind us, carrying my small bag. She kicked the door shut with her shoe and started laughing when she saw her dad hovering over me."First of all, Flora, you are carrying my baby brother or sister," Emily said, dropping the bag and smiling with her arms crossed. "So of course we have to treat you like you're breakabl

Flora's POV The afternoon sun was pouring through the grand floor-to-ceiling windows of Eugene’s office. I was sitting at my bright white desk, slowly sipping a cup of warm decaf tea while checking through a stack of marketing reports. Across from me, Eugene was typing away on his computer, his dark eyebrows pulled together in deep concentration. Everything had been remarkably peaceful over the last two weeks. Victoria was still nowhere to be seen, but Eugene’s tight security kept us completely safe. My small baby bump was barely starting to show, and life had settled into a sweet, comfortable routine. A soft knock at the double doors broke the quiet room. Sophia peeked her head in, a huge grin on her face. "Mr. Vance, you have a visitor. He says he doesn't have an appointment, but I think you'll make an exception." Before Eugene could even ask who it was, Josh stepped into the office behind Sophia. He looked sharp in a dark blue suit, though his hands were stuffed nervously

Eugene's POVThe drive back to the estate was unusually quiet, but it was the kind of silence that settled deep into your chest and made you breathe a little easier.Flora was already sound asleep in the passenger seat, her head resting softly against a small pillow she kept in the car. Her hand was tucked warm inside mine over the center console, her fingers relaxing in her sleep. In the dim amber glow of the dashboard lights, she looked completely peaceful—a sharp, welcome contrast to the chaos and terror that had shadowed us just weeks ago.I brought her hand up to my lips, brushing a gentle kiss against her knuckles without waking her.My heart was still full from tonight. Watching Emily stand under those twinkling fairy lights, crying tears of absolute joy as Josh slipped that ring onto her finger, had brought a lump to my throat I hadn't expected. Twenty-two years of raising her, protecting her, and worrying over her future—and tonight, seeing the genuine love and warmth from Jo

Flora's POV The large glass conference room was completely quiet. The tension in the air was so heavy you could almost feel it. For three long hours, Eugene and I had been sitting across the table from Mr Harrison and his legal team. They represented a massive global transport company. Signing this contract meant a huge step forward for Vance Enterprises, and Eugene and I had been working on it together for weeks. "We respect your company, Mr. Vance," Mr. Harrison said, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms. He was a tall, grey-haired man who rarely smiled. "But your terms are too strict. We need faster delivery times, or we cannot sign this contract today." Eugene leaned forward, keeping his voice calm and steady. "Mr. Harrison, our timeline protects the quality of our service and the safety of our workers. If we rush just to meet faster deadlines, we will make mistakes. I will not do that." "Then I am afraid we have a problem," Mr. Harrison replied dryly. He closed his