"Yeah," I mused. At the moment, on the phone, all Vela could hear was the voice of a middle-aged woman with a hoarse voice. I deliberately snubbed her for a while. "So," I asked grimly, "does the doctor have any ideas on how to treat her?"
Although, in my experience, I was well aware of the condition of Shana's eroded face. There were few people in the world who could save her, other than me.
Sure enough, as I imagined, Vela replied in a very lonely manner, "No… the doctors said that even if Shana's face recovers, it's filled with scars. She won't be able to marry anyone in the future…"
As she spoke, she gritted her teeth and stared venomously at the grayish-white floor of the hospital. It was all Luna's fault for having a rich man as her husband and causing Shana to be in such a miserable state!
If she had the chance in the future, she would torture that bitch Luna to death and make her suffer 10 times the pain!
