He had only appeared days after that encounter.

He hesitated for days.

To Lochlan, her looks were more important than her soul.

Right. He’s from the Fraser family. If the woman by his side was disfigured, he would feel embarrassed.

Charlotte chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Tears streaked down her face, and it broke Joseph’s heart; he had been watching them from the side in silence.

His mind went blank for a split second. A wrath that seemed to have come from nowhere filled his chest, and he strode out of the living room toward Lochlan.

With a quick swing, his fist collided in the other man’s face. “Why are you shouting? How dare you shout at our house? Aren’t you a shameless man? Let me warn you now. If you dare to harass my sister again, I’ll hit you whenever we meet. Douchebags like you deserve nothing but violence!”

Lochlan had not been expecting the punch.

was a firefighter, and he was trained

his senses, he

he was not as good as the latter in martial arts, he was still a

immersed in her sorrows, jumped in fright when she

to see

the side. Fearing that her son would suffer injuries, she shouted, “Joseph, stop it. Mr. Fraser, let go of

boiling with rage, and they did

of the neighbors. Some passersby could not help

“Stop it! Stop fighting!”

not help but turn toward her. Right then, Joseph punched him and

pajamas, and she was wearing a pair of pink house slippers. Her hair was tied up to show her forehead. It exposed the disfigured half

scars. The Fields had never looked at her oddly, nor did they show

the Field family treated her as usual. It made her feel like they

them partially. This was the

widened in disbelief at the

scars crisscrossed over each other. Charlotte’s once-beautiful face was now hideous. The scars were like oddly-shaped ants that crawled and settled themselves on her

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