Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 528:

The fact that Maia once suffered an injury requiring specialized treatment had somehow escaped Claudius’ previous investigations.

It seemed that attending today had been unexpectedly rewarding.

While the scar-softening ointment was hard for most to acquire, it wasn’t a problem for Claudius. Cooper Group had teamed up with the Skin Research Institute, and Claudius had funded a large portion of their research last year. He quickly texted his assistant to order some, planning to surprise Maia with it later.

Maia caught the murmurs around her, glanced at the scar-softening ointment Jarrod held out, and let out a soft laugh.

She hadn’t expected to see that product here. Years ago, she had named it “Velabloom,” meaning “Scars fade and skin blooms anew like flowers reborn.” She had created this ointment while locked up, hoping it would erase the marks on her arm.

Sadly, “Velabloom” worked best on scars less than a year old. It could wipe those away completely. Older scars like hers, though, no cream could fully erase.

When she found that out, Maia used her mentor Zoey’s connections to donate the formula to the Skin Research Institute, hoping they could mass-produce it and help others fighting scars too.

ingredients were rare, making it nearly impossible to

find a jar of it. While it could erase the scars on the skin, it could never erase the

along

every day of the injustice she had faced — how the Morgans had thrown her in prison, framed her, and betrayed her again and

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a chance to

Rosanna about the misunderstanding. They just wanted to convince Maia to accept the gift and pretend

Morgans would keep the spotlight, even if it was through Maia. They had to admit that Jarrod giving a gift to Maia in front of so many guests turned out

urged, “Maia, Jarrod really went out of his way to get this for you. Let’s move

and get that scar. Look… Jarrod has carried this in his heart all these years — that shows

her hesitation clear, but their true intentions

with the Morgan

on my arm won’t fade, just like some harms

tightened suddenly, pain twisting