“It was him! The ghost! It was the ghost!”
“Stop with your nonsense. Who was it?”
“It was him! It was Evan! Evan!”
The name that fell from her lips was a bombshell.
“Have you truly gone mad? There’s no way that it was him!” Adam bellowed.
Lisa clutched his shirt and locked her gaze with his. “It was Evan. It really was! I saw him with my own eyes!” she said, punctuating each word with raw austerity.
Adam studied the distraught Lisa. He let out a heavy sigh.
“It’s over. Not only are you disfigured, but it looks like your brain was scrambled too. Now that you’re ugly and insane, there’s no way you’ll be allowed to become the lady of the house.”
Lisa gripped his hand tightly. “I’m not insane. I’m telling the truth. Honestly!”
“What truth? Evan is dead. Are you saying that he rose from the dead? Don’t be ridiculous.”
Adam’s tone was derisive as he gave her the side-eye.
However, Lisa was adamant that it was either Evan being alive again or his ghost acting up.
Her certainty eventually planted the seed of doubt in Adam.
Could it really have been Evan?
No, that’s utterly impossible!
Maybe it was someone Lisa offended. They could have disguised themselves as Evan when they attacked her.
There’s no way Evan was the one who injured her.
“Enough. You must still be reeling from shock. Rest well.”
“Adam, about my face… Is it possible for me to recover my original looks?”
In your dreams.
That was a brutal cut right across her face, leaving a bloody trail in its wake. Just the thought of it gives me goosebumps.
If one could recover from such a scar, there would be no such thing as disfigurement.
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