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.

firefighter, and he was

his senses, he instantly

not a doormat; he was often around Lucas. Although he was not as good as the latter in martial arts, he was still a

been immersed in her sorrows, jumped in fright

walked over to see the two men in

standing at the side. Fearing that her son would suffer injuries, she shouted, “Joseph,

two men were boiling with rage, and

the neighbors. Some passersby could not help but

“Stop it! Stop fighting!”

voice, Lochlan could not help but turn toward her.

a pair of pink house slippers. Her hair was tied up to

never had to cover her scars. The Fields had never looked

made her feel like they were equals; she

Lochlan saw her scars in the past, her hair hid them partially. This was the first time

in disbelief at

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 face;

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