This face... destroyed to such an extent. If it wasn’t an enemy’s doing, I wouldn’t believe it. I have no mories; my mind is a complete blank. Seeking revenge... the road ahead is still long.
Sophie Sullivan’s expression was indifferent; she had already accepted this reality. "When can we start?"
"You should rest well for the next two days and prepare yourself ntally. The recovery period after the surgery will be the most difficult. After the surgery, there will be swelling and a slow healing and recovery period. Only after you’ve fully recovered and we’ve seen the results can the next surgery be perford."
"Alright."
Sophie Sullivan took Old Mr. Standford’s words to heart. She would rest well and prepare herself ntally for the surgery.
No matter how difficult, no matter how many surgeries it would take to repair her face, she was willing to wait.
As long as the result was good, she could accept however long the process took.
George Stanford left the manor, while Sophie Sullivan stood up and walked toward the Restaurant.
Minimus Hart’s expression darkened. That maniac is going to have surgery to fix her face? Even with that ugly face, she’s already favored by the Young Master. Once her face is repaired, won’t she beco completely unstoppable?!
With mixed emotions, Minimus Hart left the castle.
She returned to the backyard and locked herself in her bedroom.
Suddenly, she erupted, sweeping all the costics from the dressing table onto the floor. CRASH! BANG! Everything shattered.
She grabbed a chair and smashed it into the mirror. CRACK!
The mirror shattered, glass shards flying in every direction.
The maids outside the door heard the commotion and, terrified, started knocking, "Sister Minnie, what’s wrong?"
"Sister Minnie, don’t do anything foolish!"
The maids were frantic. They finally pushed the door open and saw the utter ss. At that mont, Minimus Hart was throwing expensive jewelry from her jewelry box onto the floor.
The maids were terrified. They rushed forward to hold her back, stopping her frantic actions. "Sister Minnie, don’t! These are all rewards from the Young Master! You can’t throw them away!"
"Get away!"
"Sister Minnie, what happened? Calm down, don’t be impulsive."
Calm down? How can I calm down? That maniac has already started treatnt for her hideous face; it’s only a matter of ti before her looks are restored. When that happens, will there still be any place for ? Although that maniac hasn’t made a move against yet, I’ve never forgotten what happened. She won’t let off... It’s Alia Shaw now, and next, it’ll be , Minimus Hart. No, I have to stop this! I can’t let that maniac’s face be restored. I can’t!
Minimus Hart forced herself to calm down. I don’t believe that maniac can outsmart .
Taking deep breaths and steadying her breathing, Minimus Hart suppressed the roiling anger within her. She raised her hand and looked at the maids. "I’m fine now. You can all let go."
The maids breathed a sigh of relief and let go of her. One cautiously asked, "Sister Minnie, what on earth happened to make you so angry?"
Minimus Hart’s expression was complex. "Help with sothing."
"Sister Minnie, please tell us."
Minimus Hart gestured for the maids to lean in, and they did as instructed.
After whispering a few sentences, Minimus Hart asked, "Do you know what to do now?"
The maids nodded in unison. "Sister Minnie, rest assured, we’ll get it done properly!"
"Go on then; I’ll wait for your good news."
Due to her visit to the study room last night, Alia Shaw slept until the afternoon.
When she woke up, she went downstairs to find sothing to eat. Just as she stepped into the kitchen, she saw two maidens huddled together, whispering about sothing.
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