Wesley's lips curled into a pleased smile as he watched Scarlett.
She was still the same as always—decisive and sharp.
The surgeon, whose face had been disfigured, sent the evidence straight to Scarlett's phone.
After reviewing the files, she flashed a sly grin.
Then, she pulled out a white bottle and handed it to the surgeon.
"Apply this on your face. Don't cover it with bandages to avoid further infection."
The surgeon couldn't help but ask, "How long until my face heals?"
Scarlett didn't sugarcoat it. "Your face was severely corroded by acid. It'll take at least six months for the scars to fade."
The surgeon collapsed to her knees before Scarlett.
"Please help me! If I can't work for six months, I'll end up on the streets."
She seemed to have forgotten the cruel words she'd ju
