Chapter 131
Chapter 131:
Scars. The word sent a shiver down Bella’s spine, her face draining of color. She hovered her hands just above her skin, trembling with the effort to resist scratching.
At the hospital, the doctor confirmed their fears. It was indeed an allergic reaction. The doctor decided to start with an injection to reduce the inflammation and stop the itching.
Bella didn’t hesitate. The moment the doctor mentioned relief, she agreed almost immediately. It had to be Yelena’s damned teddy bear!
Bella gritted her teeth as the injection was administered, followed by an IV drip. Gradually, the torment began to fade. The itching subsided, leaving her skin tender but no longer burning with maddening irritation.
She had to wear a mask for the next few days, as her face was a blotchy, swollen mess, and there was no way she could let anyone see her like this. The thought of hiding herself made Bella’s blood boil.
When Bella arrived home, she spotted Yelena in the hallway. Noticing that no one else was around, Bella seized the moment, stepping in front of her and blocking her path. “Tell me the truth! Did you do it on purpose p>
Yelena paused, her gaze sweeping over Bella’s masked face. She instantly pieced the situation together but maintained an air of innocence. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” she replied, her tone calm. “Your face looks… unfortunate, but what does that have to do with me p>
“Don’t play dumb!” Bella snapped, her temper flaring. “Did you tamper with that teddy bear p>
Yelena’s lips curved into a faint smile, her expression hovering between amused and indifferent. “Tamper with it? Are YOU saying you took my teddy bear, Bella p>
Bella’s face drained of color, her anger momentarily faltering. “I just wanted to look at it!” she retorted, her voice rising defensively. “I didn’t expect you to be so cruel. You could have damaged my face permanently p>
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Yelena’s eyes narrowed slightly, her calm demeanor unshaken. “I don’t take kindly to false accusations,” she said evenly. “Where is the bear now? Bring it over, and let’s see what you’re talking about p>
Indeed, it was always the guilty that cried foul.
Yelena’s unwavering confidence made Bella pause, just for a moment. A flicker of doubt crept into Bella’s thoughts. Could I have been wrong?
But the memory of her sudden allergic reaction crushed the hesitation. No, it had to be the bear. The itching started right after she touched it.
Bella squared her shoulders, determined to push through. “Alright,” she said firmly, masking her frustration. “Let’s put this to the test p>
She led Yelena to her room and pointed at the teddy bear resting innocently on the desk. “There it is. Go ahead; pick it up p>
Bella’s gaze sharpened. If there was even a hint of redness or irritation, it would confirm her suspicion that Yelena had tampered with the bear.
A faint smirk tugged at Yelena’s lips, her expression a mix of amusement and disbelief. Bella stole from Yelena and was now playing the victim? How ridiculous!
Without the slightest hesitation, Yelena reached for the bear. She turned it over in her hands, inspecting it with deliberate ease, as if examining a harmless trinket. Then, with a touch of theatricality, she pressed the soft fur against her cheek, her expression calm, almost playful.