The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 382 That Face Won’t Heal Pretty

Chapter 382 That Face Won’t Heal Pretty

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The doctor frowned as he told Marshall, “Ms. Samantha was badly stung this time; especially the ones on her face. I’m afraid scars will remain.”

Marshall’s expression was so dark it seemed to drip with anger. He motioned for everyone to leave the room, keeping only the unconscious Samantha behind.

“Stop pretending,” Marshall said coldly. “I know you’re awake.”

Samantha’s swollen eyelids trembled before she managed to pry them open a slit.

“Dad…” Her voice was hoarse as she tried to reach for his sleeve, but her hands were covered in stings; the pain made her gasp sharply.

“You’ve disappointed me far too much.” Marshall stood above her, not the slightest trace of pity in his eyes. “I warned you not to lay a hand on Sloane; did you think my words meant nothing?”

“No… I…” Samantha tried to make excuses.

up!” Marshall cut her off with a roar. “The butler has already investigated. Those servants confessed; you

all over, cold sweat seeping across her

warning.” Marshall bent close, his voice a deadly whisper. “Right now, Sloane is of great use to us. If you dare to play dirty again…”

left, leaving

face-to-face with Adrian, who was carrying a

“Dad, Sammy, she-”

you used to favor Samantha; but now that Sloane matters to us, you should be the

color; the bowl of medicine nearly slipped from his

the third-floor landing, having witnessed everything. She stroked the sachet in her hand; her lips curved into a cold

knock sounded at her door. Setting aside the medical book in her

and shut the door behind her. Suddenly, with a heavy thud, she sank to the

Sloane.

go…” Helen’s voice shook; tears streaked down her worn, pale face. “It’s all my fault… if you must hate someone, hate

who had once treated

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