Chapter 10 You're Not Disfigured, I'm Here
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While talking, Lucas handed over the croissants he'd just bought to Evelyn.
She just sat there, blank and lifeless, not reacting at all. Lucas knew—what had happened was the kind of trauma that would haunt Evelyn for the rest of her life.
He sat down beside her. "Evelyn, don't do this to yourself. Let the past stay in the past, okay? You've got a baby now... you have to think about them too."
The doctor hadn't spelled it out completely, but Lucas had figured it out. When he found Evelyn, she was covered in blood, with a deep, terrifying scar down the right side of her face.
He'd nearly lost his balance at the sight. The sight of the gauze on her face made his heart twist in pain.
But at least now... at least now, she was finally by his side.
Lucas leaned in and pressed a light kiss to her forehead. "Even if the whole world turns its back on you, I never will."
Elsewhere—
Gina answered a call from the Scarface. "Ma'am, the plan didn't work."
"Damn it! Useless!" she snapped, throwing the glass in her hand hard against the floor. It shattered.
As long as Evelyn lived—as long as her baby lived—Gina could never truly have Fabian for herself.
"If you don't want to die, get me those photos ASAP. I'll send your payment after I see them."
Right after she hung up, her phone buzzed. A notification popped up—a few pictures of Evelyn. Gina stared at them, expression twisted in satisfaction. She let out a cold laugh.
Good thing she had backup. Even if Evelyn didn't die, these photos alone were enough to ruin her for good.
After the surgery, Evelyn had stayed unconscious. No matter how many times Lucas said her name, she wouldn't wake up.
In her dreams, Evelyn saw a child who looked just like Fabian. He called her "Mommy." She was overjoyed, rushing to hold him—but in that moment, he turned into a pool of blood and slipped through her fingers.
"My baby!" Evelyn jerked awake, drenched in sweat. Her hands flew to her belly on instinct. It wasn't until she felt life moving inside her that she finally relaxed a little.
Her eyes, still dazed, scanned the unfamiliar room.
As she gradually came to her senses, she realized she was in a hospital. So... she'd been saved? But by who? And what about her face?
Frantic, she reached for the mirror nearby. The gauze had already been removed, and on her once-fair right cheek now sat an angry, jagged scar.
It was jarring. Ugly.
Evelyn let out a choked cry. Her hands trembled as the mirror slipped from her grasp and shattered on the floor. She gripped her face, scream building in disbelief.
Outside the room, Lucas heard her scream and rushed inside. What he saw made him freeze—Evelyn was hunched over, clutching her hair, completely falling apart.
"Evelyn!" he rushed over to her, gently trying to calm her down.
Hearing his voice, she looked up in a fog, eyes wide and unfocused.
It took a moment before she finally whispered his name, "Lucas?"
"The look on your face just now... I thought maybe you didn't recognize me," Lucas gave her a strained smile.
At the sight of him, Evelyn's eyes started welling up. She grabbed onto his shirt tightly, like she was drowning. Her voice cracked, "Lucas, my face... it's ruined, isn't it?"
Her hands wouldn't stop shaking. The image of her face in the mirror—it felt like a nightmare. She looked like a monster.
Lucas had never seen her this vulnerable. He gently rubbed her back and said softly, "Don't be scared, Evelyn. You're not disfigured. I'm here, and we're gonna get through this—together."
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