Crowned by the Man They Feared (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 663

Regina, who had always prided herself on her appearance, was teetering on the edge of a complete breakdown seeing her face in this monstrous state.

Her voice was a sharp, piercing screech as she trembled, pointing at her own cheeks. "Do you think I want to look like this?"

Her control shattered. Tears of pure despair streamed down, tracing garish paths over her ravaged skin.

"I use the most expensive serums, the rarest supplements! And yet my face... It's like something is eating away at it, getting worse every single day!

"Your father... The way he looks at me now is different. He used to adore this face. Now, he can't even bear to touch me!"

She lunged forward, grabbing Gianna's arm with a bruising grip.

"You tell me! What am I supposed to do? If we don't get into the Jordans, we'll be left penniless on the street!"

Deep down, Regina knew the truth. This sudden, horrifying decline was a side effect of being used as a test subject.

No luxury cream or treatment could reverse this kind of damage.

She hadn't told Gianna. What was the point? Her daughter was useless.

"Why is this happening? Have you seen a doctor?"

Gianna asked, recoiling internally from her mother's ghastly appearance.

The thought of ending up like this herself, young and unmarried, was enough to make her consider throwing herself off a bridge.

But her mother's looks were tied to their Jordan fortune, which changed everything.

After a moment of panicked thought, she ventured, "What about cosmetic surgery? The technology is so advanced now. They could definitely restore you."

A hollow laugh escaped Regina. "If it were that simple, do you think I'd be sitting here like this?"

She had hoped, for a split second, that her daughter might finally come up with something useful. Foolish. The girl never failed to disappoint.

Utterly useless.

"Then... What about asking Amelia? Wasn't she the one who cured Diana Dester when her face was rotting and all the other doctors gave up?"

The name slipped out in Gianna's disoriented state, a begrudging acknowledgment of her rival's skill.

The suggestion earned her another stinging slap from Regina.

"Have you lost your mind? Are you incapable of a single coherent thought?"

Regina seethed, fury momentarily overpowering her despair. "Do you remember who Amelia is?! After all the battles, the hatred between us... Do you really think she would lift a finger to help me?"

The truth was, Regina had entertained the fleeting, treacherous thought herself. For a moment, she'd even fantasized that Amelia, being her daughter, could have been her greatest asset.

But reality was a cold slap.

Just endure a little, mother. Play the fool for Amelia, get your pretty face back, secure our fortune. Simple.

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