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    The wound on her face continued to bleed profusely.


    Trembling uncontrobly, she realized the extent of her injuries. Startled by the unintended harm, the director threw the stick away, releasing his grip on her hair.


    Rosalee copsed to the ground, shaking with fear, unable to utter a word.


    “Fuck!”


    The director cursed, realizing the consequences of his actions. The once captivating woman now bore the marks of his rage, her beauty marred by the cruel twist of fate.


    Blood poured from the wound, staining Rosalee’s once pristine dress.


    The director’s desire faded as he grabbed his phone, quickly dialing the hospital’s emergency number.


    “If only you’d listened… Well, you got what you wanted!” he muttered under his breath, his tone filled with reproach, before exiting the room, nursing the pain from the recent kick.


    Norah’s shock was evident as sheid eyes on Rosalee in the hospital ward. The memory of her radiance at the charity event was still fresh, now overshadowed by the grim reality before her. Rosalee’s clothes hung in tatters, and the gaping wound across her eyes left her once-beautiful face marred beyond recognition. A public figure like Rosalee, left alone in a hospital? Norah’s confusion deepened.


    As bystanders began to recognize Rosalee and reach for their phones, Norah sprang into action, ushering her into the privacy of the patient area and drawing the curtains tight.


    Tremors racked Rosalee’s frame as she hugged herself tightly, her vacant gaze lost in a world of pain and confusion. Norah hurriedly cleaned her wound, making sure to remove any dirt or debris.


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    As Norah prepared to stitch up the wound, Rosalee snapped out of her daze.


    “Norah?”


    Even with the mask on, Rosalee could tell it was Norah, recognizing her by her striking eyes. She never knew Norah was a doctor.


    “Miss Wilson, will my face be okay?”


    The pain from the wound throbbed relentlessly. Rosalee didn’t dare look in the mirror, but she could feel the length of the gash. “Will it leave a scar?”


    Rosalee trembled as she sobbed, tears trickling down her face.


    “Miss Greville, let’s discuss it after I’ve finished treating your wound.”


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