"Who said I had plastic surgery? You sleep with your mother's photo every night. If anyone should know whether I look like her or not, it's you."
"If you don’t believe me, go ahead and get a doctor to verify it. But are you sure you're ready to hear the truth?"
Stephen froze. For a split second, his face was blank, but then color flooded his cheeks, turning them an angry shade of red. His glare was sharp enough to cut, but he said nothing before spinning on his heel and storming off.
I let out a slow sigh and retreated to my room, where the housemaid had already prepared a bath.
The moment I stepped into the warm water, searing pain shot through my legs like fire licking at my wounds. My breath hitched, my skin burning unbearably.
I jerked back, desperate to escape the sting, but my foot slipped on the wet tiles.
A sharp gasp left my lips as I crashed to the ground, my knees slamming hard against the floor.
Pain shot through me, and within seconds, deep purple bruises bloomed across my skin.
Stephen skipped into the room, his grin dripping with mockery.
"Idiot! How does it feel to soak in a bath of salt water and chili juice? This is my filial piety to you, aren’t you touched?"