Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 263

Chapter 263:

After a quick examination, Khloe diagnosed Charlotte with a simple cold, something that could easily be treated with an IV, so there was no need to go to a larger hospital.

Once Charlotte was settled in at the clinic, a loud commotion suddenly erupted outside. Khloe asked Gloria to stay with Charlotte and went outside to investigate the noise. She saw a middle-aged woman dragging a young girl to the floor, crying uncontrollably.

The most alarming sight was that the woman was holding a knife, aimed at the girl’s neck.

Khloe’s heart raced. Without hesitation, she rushed forward, her reflexes lightning-fast. The woman’s hand was already poised to strike, the knife inches from the young girl’s neck. Khloe quickly grabbed the woman’s wrist and twisted it, wrenching the knife from her grasp.

The woman was momentarily stunned by Khloe’s actions, but soon tears overwhelmed her as she sobbed. “Leave me alone! Just let me die!”

in distress,

her brows, speaking with conviction. “There’s always a way out. Don’t take

crying out, “My daughter’s face is destroyed. No one will help us. She can’t live like

gaze turned to the young girl beside the woman. Her head was lowered, her long hair tangled and hiding most of her face. Despite her attempt to conceal it, the horrific scars

the bridge that should have been prominent now crushed, distorted into an uneven shape with lumpy, repulsive bumps. The nostrils were misshapen, one much larger than the other, creating a jarring imbalance. It was as though the nose had been maliciously

clearly a botched rhinoplasty, but it wasn’t just a simple surgical error. The materials

the girl hastily shielded her nose with her hair, her body shaking

then, the clinic’s head, an elderly doctor, approached and snapped, “Your daughter’s condition can’t be treated here! Stop causing a scene and leave. If you want to die, do it somewhere else.

as she addressed the old doctor. “A true healer’s heart should be filled with compassion. How can you

These poor people can’t pay for treatment and

face a blend of despair and fury. “We never meant to cause trouble; we’re just out of options. My

like a fragile leaf. Her eyes were wide with fear and helplessness, the disfigured nose barely

cutting off the old