Forensic Imperial Concubine novel Chapter 839

Shawn sighed. "Zack," he said exasperatedly. "I am starting to regret having Harper treat Wendy." In his eyes were hopelessness and extreme sadness. "If I only knew that the dispute between would be this heated, I would have conceded and let Wendy die than implicate Harper."

"Stop thinking that," Zack said, trying his hardest to sound comforting. "Everyone knows that Lord Travis and Lady Hannah are reasonable people. And besides, Lady Wendy is not stupid. You should have known that out of all people." Zack had met Wendy before and his first impression of her was that she was an extremely smart and resilient woman. At that time, he thought that, perhaps, the poor health she was born with taught her to always restrain herself, physically and emotionally. Feeling that there might be something amiss with Wendy's condition, he told Shawn, "You know what? Let's have a look at her together.

In Marquis Travis's mansion, Travis and Hannah stood outside Wendy's room with their breaths bated. The sounds of things smashing and breaking continued to emanate from inside the room.

"Wendy," Hannah lovingly called out. "Please, open the door. Let's talk first. We can explain what happened. Just open the door." "That’s right, Wendy," Travis interjected, his tone pleading. "We can explain everything. We can talk this through!"

Wendy let out a high-pitched scream. "You can’t say anything to me that would make me feel better!" she howled. "I have such an ugly scar on my body! How will I be able to live with this monstrosity!" What followed was the sound of multiple vases breaking. A horrified gasp escaped Hannah’s mouth as she never thought her daughter would be capable of doing such things.

Travis, on the other hand, seemed to be fed up with all the pleading they were doing. With a stern look on his face, he said, "Wendy, having such a scar is not a big deal. Having this kind of reaction is unwarranted and very unbecoming. Please be reasonable and stop acting like this! Open the door!"

"I would rather die than live with this!" Wendy shouted back, her cries intensifying.

"You’d really rather die than live with that scar?" a voice suddenly asked. "Pathetic." Travis and Hannah turned around at the same time. Harper was standing right behind them, her face devoid of any kind of emotion.

"Your Highness," Physician Gore suddenly said, looking as if he had just seen his personal savior. "I just want to remind you that if Lady Wendy's condition becomes worse, she did it to herself. It won’t have anything to do with my skills."

"I understand," Harper replied dismissively. As she advanced towards Wendy’s room, Travis and Hannah subconsciously stepped aside to make way for her. Harper repeated the question she asked moments ago the moment she reached the door of Wendy’s room: "Wendy Shen, do you really want to die instead of living with that scar?"

Upon hearing Harper's voice, Wendy became even more livid. One by one, she threw the teacups on her table at the door and shouted, "Go away, you! I don't want to see you! I never want to see you ever again!"

Harper didn’t flinch one bit despite Wendy’s revolting attitude. "Wendy Shen, tell me: do you really want to die?" she asked once again in a cold, unfeeling voice.

Wendy was so furious that she began to feel her heart rate skyrocket. The long scar on her chest looked like a caterpillar crawling on her, and whenever she saw it, she felt extremely nauseous. "Yes!" she shrieked. "I want to die! I don't want to live with these disgusting things on my chest!"