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.

a firefighter, and

back to his senses, he instantly returned the

around Lucas. Although he was not

who had been immersed in her sorrows, jumped in

walked over to see the

suffer

men were boiling with rage, and

the commotion attracted the attention of the neighbors. Some passersby could not help but look into

“Stop it! Stop fighting!”

but turn

a pair of pink house slippers. Her hair was tied up to show her forehead. It exposed the disfigured half of her face

she never had to cover her scars. The Fields had never looked at her oddly, nor did they show disgust toward

usual. It made her feel like they were equals; she loved the comfortable

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

in disbelief at the

over each other. Charlotte’s once-beautiful face was now hideous. The scars were

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