“You should know your own place, you ugly b*tch. Come, show everyone that wretched face of yours!” Charlene shouted maliciously as she stretched her arm forward to take Deirdre’s mask away, causing Deirdre to lower her head in pain. Charlene pinched at her cheek and forced her to raise her head.

“What’s the matter? You know how ugly you are, so you don’t have the guts to show your face in front of everyone? Hmph! You should just pee on the ground and look at your—”

In the next second, Charlene came to an abrupt stop. She looked at Deirdre’s face, and her eyes were filled with disbelief.

Most of the appalling scars on her face had healed, save for a few stubborn scars left. Coupled with her dewy eyes, one could see past those scars how pretty she had been in the past.

Charlene’s face contorted with jealousy. She couldn’t believe that Deirdre was even prettier than her. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails stabbed deeply into her palms.

“When did your face recover?” Her