The Ultimate Beast World Glow-Up novel Chapter 235

Chapter 235 I’ll Cure You

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Rosalie’s feet touched the floor. She pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Bang! A bowl was thrown toward the doorway and shattered on the ground.

“Get out!”

The beastman’s voice was hoarse, thick with despair.

On the bed, Gael lay wrapped in bandages. His face was covered. His arms and chest were tightly bound as well.

He had moved too hard just now, and blood had already soaked through the bandage on his arm.

His chest rose and fell fast. When he saw Rosalie at the door, his heart clenched.

Why is the matriarch here? He couldn’t let her see him like this. Not like this.

When Gael first woke up, even he had been terrified by his reflection.

The handsome face he once had was gone. In its place was a deep, brutal wound that ran across his entire face.

Earlier, Julien had tried to feed him his medicine. Gael had slapped the bowl away.

Seeing Julien’s face only worsened it. His heart felt like it was being crushed.

He had stared at Julien, eyes red. “Julien,” he said bitterly, “now people can finally tell us apart.”

Julien had barely held back his tears before running out.

Gael was already fragile. Julien couldn’t show his vulnerable side.

Back in the present, Gael thought it was Julien again. He never expected it to be Rosalie.

Rosalie took a few steps forward. “Matriarch, don’t come closer!” Gael snapped.

She ignored him and walked to the bed. Gael turned his back to her.

“Turn around,” Rosalie said firmly. “Or I’ll climb up myself.”

Gael’s back trembled. After a moment, he slowly turned around.

When he lifted his head, Rosalie sucked in a sharp breath

The bandages were gone. Beastmen healed fast, and the wound had mostly closed.

But the scar was deep. It cut across his entire face. Gael’s once bright eyes were dull. There was no light left

in them.

Rosalie had treated his wounds herself. She never thought the scar would be this bad.

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Gael had always cared about his looks. He was playful and clingy, like a spoiled kitten. How could he accept

this?

Her eyes burned. Her nose stung.

She stepped closer and reached for his cheek. Gael dodged her hand.

His voice shook. “Matriarch, I’m ugly. I don’t want to scare you.”

Her heart shattered. The pain crushed her so hard she could barely breathe.

If he hadn’t been protecting her, he wouldn’t have ended up like this. If anyone had to be blamed, it should be her.

Micah quietly left the room, giving them space.

Rosalie climbed onto the bed and sat in front of Gael.

Gael kept his head down. Rosalie’s tears fell one by one onto the sheets.

“Gael.”

She gently lifted his chin, careful not to hurt him.

His body trembled. Warm tears slid onto her hand.

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