Of course, Shirley understood what Adam meant, but she cared not for that now.
As a woman, she could not accept her face to be disfigured.
Now that she had lost the ability to feel and move her legs, and no one would help her to a mirror, she could only pick up the small mirror Adam had tossed to her.
Before she looked, Shirley was mentally prepared because, even if she could not see them, she could feel the uneven scars on her right cheek.
She held her breath and brought the mirror to her eyes. Despite the small size of the mirror, she could still clearly see the hideous scar on her initially flawless face.
Shirley’s eyes widened, staring at the scar for about ten seconds. She then violently threw the mirror at the floor, smashing it.
“No!”
She could not accept this reality even though she had already acknowledged this earlier.
Adam coldly observed Shirley by the side as she leaned against the bed. Her face was pale, both hands clutching the bedsheet. In the end, she could not muster the courage to touch or see her face again.
“Shirley, this is what you reap for your evil deeds. You said Eveline has someone do this to you. Even if it was truly her, you have absolutely no right to complain.
“just look at what you’ve done to them. Even now, the poison inside Jeremy and Eveline is still not completely cleared!”
Adam berated sternly.
After being stumped for words for a moment, Shirley sudden burst out laughing.
“You’re right. This is what I deserve.”
Shirley lifted her teary, red eyes. “Adam, you’re cold and ruthless, just like the husband and wife who died a long time ago. You’re also so cold-blooded in dealing with your family members!
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