Chapter 835
Chapter 835:
“Oh…” Disappointment flickered across Karlee’s face. She had secretly hoped for a miracle, and the realization that it would take time left her feeling deflated.
Yelena handed her a mirror. Despite her initial reluctance, curiosity got the better of Karlee, and she cautiously peered into the glass. “It doesn’t look any different… I can’t tell p>
Karlee rarely looked at herself in the mirror. Her face, marred by those hideous marks, had always been a source of shame, something she tried to avoid confronting.
“Remember how you look today,” Yelena said with a reassuring smile. “Time has a way of delivering the most unexpected and delightful surprises p>
Karlee nodded. Had anyone else said that, she might have dismissed it as empty consolation. But coming from Yelena, those words felt like a lifeline.
Later, Karlee personally walked Yelena out. Stan, who had been watching downstairs, noticed a faint trace of newfound confidence on Karlee’s face, though the marks remained.
Stan sneered. “Your face still looks awful. Don’t go around scaring people p>
The color drained from Karlee’s face, and for a moment, her fragile confidence wavered. But before despair could take root, Yelena’s encouraging words echoed in her mind, anchoring her. Karlee inhaled deeply, steadying herself. “Yelena said I’ve applied ointment to my face and can’t wear a mask. I need to let it breathe. I’ll get better gradually,” she said firmly.
Stan stared at her, his expression a mixture of disbelief and astonishment, as though his ears had betrayed him. The Karlee standing before him felt unrecognizable—her demeanor, her confidence, her ability to hold her ground. It was as if she had shed her old skin and emerged as an entirely different person.
Karlee, who once wouldn’t have dared to speak back to Stan, had now found a voice she didn’t even know she possessed.
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“Fine,” Stan muttered begrudgingly. “But until then, try not to show yourself too much. You don’t want to scare anyone p>
“Okay,” Karlee replied, her tone calm and steady.
Meanwhile, Yelena stood outside, waiting for her driver. The minutes dragged on, but no car appeared. Puzzled, she pulled out her phone and called the driver, only to hear unwelcome news.
“I’m sorry. The car broke down halfway and needs repairs.” The driver’s voice carried a note of worry as he added, “I’ll send someone else to pick you up p>
“There’s no need,” Yelena replied after a moment’s thought. “It would take too long to go back and forth. I’ll just hail a taxi p>
As Yelena hung up, her gaze drifted, and suddenly, she caught sight of a familiar figure in the distance.
Yelena barely had a moment to gather her thoughts when a sleek convertible purred to a stop beside her. John leaned out, greeting her with his usual exuberance.
“Yelena, what brings you here p>
Her gaze flicked over his beaming face, and she found herself speechless. Of all the flamboyant show-offs she had encountered, John was undeniably in a league of his own. Driving a convertible in this bone-chilling weather? Surely, he must be immune to the cold—or utterly oblivious to it.
“I’m here to meet a friend,” Yelena replied casually. Technically, that wasn’t a lie.