Now, knowing that the woman she dismissed as grotesque was instead radiant, she couldn’t shake the bitter loathing swelling within her.

She abhorred the very sensation of it.

“Rest assured, your uncle won’t lay a scalpel on that crone. Both the pretender and the old one should meet their ends. To think they could live happily, it’s a delusion,”

Gianna voiced, her fists balling with determination.

With the new day barely broken, Millie found herself at the hospital.

Her grandmother, within the sterile confines of the ward, lay with her face pinched with discomfort as she attempted to sleep.

breakfast, took in Millie’s entrance and faltered. She lowered

motion of her

“Teresa, it’s me, Millie.”

Teresa stammered out a

I had heard…” Teresa halted, her face tuning into

“My scar is a thing of the past. I’m done hiding behind a mask. Please, continue your breakfast. I’ll check on

know your voice,”

grandmother’s bedside, Millie

sleep. The doctor prescribed new medication this morning, and after taking it, she found some respite,” Teresa explained, offering

“Please, have a seat.”

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