Chapter 112
Aria quietly sneaked up to the doctor’s office like she had done it a hundred times before, peeking in through the door from outside.
But the moment I saw who was inside, I froze.
“Are you talking about Jim White? He’s the one you like?” I blurted out. “How could you fall for him?”
Frederick shot me a look that clearly said, “Told you so.”
“She’s been into Jim since she was little, but he hardly even notices her,” he said flatly. “She’s been faking all sorts of illnesses just to see him. She’s had a crush on him for years but never had the guts to tell him.”
Aria looked quietly heartbroken as she kept her eyes on Jim.
“It’s not that I don’t want to tell him,” she said under her breath. “I just…”
She trailed off, pressing her lips into a tight line.
Inside the office, Jim was sitting at his desk when the curtain at the back of the room lifted. Alicia walked out.
“Jim, will my face really be okay?” she asked softly.
Her eyes were still red. The gash on her forehead had been stitched, and the disinfectant made the fine sutures stand out under the harsh light.
Her cheeks were covered in small scratches. Some were bleeding, while others were just swollen. Most of them were clearly caused by Aria’s fingernails. Unless she was prone to scarring, they likely would not leave any lasting marks.
However, the small cut on her forehead was a different story. After all, it had been stitched up.
Jim stood up and walked over to Alicia. With his back to us, he gently lifted his hand to touch her cheek, carefully avoiding the wounded area.
“Don’t worry, I’ll do everything I can to make sure there’s no scar,” he said.
There was a heaviness in his voice, as if he truly felt for her.
“The other doctor said there’s no way it won’t scar,” Alicia murmured. “My face used to be flawless. I just don’t want some ugly mark ruining it.”
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