Marrying the Ugly Heir for Truth and Wealth novel Chapter 500

Meanwhile, inside the bathroom of the master bedroom, Christina was lying in the bathtub, the warm water dispelling her exhaustion. As the steam rose, her vision gradually became hazy.

She began to reflect on the events of the day. The close call lingered in her thoughts, and she almost thought that she wouldn't be able to make it back safely.

However, the incident also enabled Christina to learn of the Gibsons’ true intentions. They had deceived her for the sake of financial gain.

Christina's mind raced with thoughts and questions. If that's the case, then why did Grandma transfer the shares to me? Could it be that it was a calculated move to manipulate me into severing my ties with Nathaniel?

How can they so easily take advantage of those who are related to them?

The realization of her family's willingness to stoop to such despicable means for their own gain left Christina disheartened as hatred welled up in her heart.

With that in mind, she resolved never to set foot in the Gibson residence again, as they had thoroughly let her down.

Christina relaxed her body, submerging herself fully in the bathtub. Suddenly, a jolt of surprise coursed through her as a large hand plunged into the water, gripping her wrist tightly and forcefully pulling her out of the water.

“Christina, what’s wrong?” Nathaniel's eyes were filled with shock as though he had just witnessed her doing something dangerous to herself.

However, Christina merely wanted to relax her mind.

“I'm fine. I just—”

Before she could utter another word, Nathaniel swiftly enveloped her in his arms, holding her tightly as if afraid she would vanish in an instant. “I'm here now. You don't need to be afraid anymore,” he reassured her.

Christina's gaze turned cold as she looked at him. She gritted her teeth lightly as she explained, “I’m not afraid. I just haven't figured out how to deal with them.”

“No matter your decision, you have my full support.”

Christina nodded faintly, a frosty glint flitting across her eyes. J vow to seize everything the Gibson family possesses and strip Anya of everything she owns. When her train of thought ended there, she explained to the man, “First, we need to halt the investment for Gibson Corporation. Besides, we only saw...” Meanwhile, in a hospital room in Hallsbay, Anya regained consciousness and was overwhelmed by a throbbing pain in her head. As she collected her thoughts, the memories of her confrontation with Christina and the subsequent fall down the stairs came rushing back to her.

She rang the bell several times, but no one responded to her calls for assistance. Left with no other choice, Anya could only take matters into her own hands and leave the bed by herself.

As Anya ventured into the corridor, her gaze landed on a woman clad in a hospital gown who was walking toward her. A fleeting expression of astonishment flashed across the woman's face when she locked eyes with Anya. Overwhelmed by the shock, she appeared on the verge of fainting.

Anya furrowed her brows. What's her problem?

Anya made her way to the nurse station where she noticed a nurse on the night shift dozing off. Feeling exasperated, she rapped her knuckles on the table to grab the nurse's attention and firmly stated, “I want to be discharged.”

The nurse looked up and gasped in surprise. It took a while before she came back to her senses. “Uh... may I have your ward number, Miss?”

“I don't know. My name is Anya Gibson. Check for yourself”

Perplexed by the peculiar reactions she received, Anya couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Is there something terrifying about my appearance? Did the fall deform my face or something?

At that thought, she got worried and scanned her surroundings in search of a mirror.

Seeing that there was a big half-length mirror in the office, Anya swiftly made her way in. When her reflection came into view, she, too, was filled with shock. Staring back at her was a face marred by a long and jagged scar, stretching from her forehead to the center of her eyebrows. The once familiar features now appeared ferocious and intimidating.

“Ah!” A shriek escaped her lips. Anya grabbed whatever was within reach and hurled it at the mirror with all her might, continuing to do so with everything that could be thrown.

The nurse rushed over, her voice filled with concern. “Please, you need to calm down. Getting so worked up like this will only hinder your recovery.” “What happened to my face? Tell me!” Anya shouted as she tightly clenched the nurse's sleeve. “You bumped into something during your fall down the stairs.