Chapter 15
Constance couldn’t accept it. Her tears burst forth instantly as her arms fell limp at her sides.
“No… There won’t be another child. I’ll never be able to have a baby with Robin again.”
She had been so close. If she could’ve just gotte Kane to accept the child or waited until the pregnancy stabilized to run away and give birth alone, then the rest of her life would’ve been secured in luxury and status,
But now, everything was gone. Even worse, there was a high chance that Robin and Kane already knew the truth.
Constance lay hopelessly in the hospital bed. She wanted to escape to get as far away from them as possible–but her legs had been broken by them.
Now, she couldn’t even stand, let alone run. Before she could think of a way out, Robin and Kane appeared at her hospital room door.
The expressions on both father and son were eerily identical–cold, emotionless, and sharp as ancient ice that never melted.
“Constance, do you remember what I told you when I first let you stay by my side? You were only a stand–in. You were never allowed to harm Elena or Kaney.
“You were never to get pregnant. And you were never, ever to think you could replace Evangeline by imitating her.
“You’ve violated every single rule, and you even dared to force Elena away. Clearly, the punishment I gave you wasn’t nearly enough.” Robin’s voice was sharp like a blade.
Kane followed up without hesitation. “Every bit of suffering Elena endured–you’ll repay it at thousand times over!
“Guards, since she liked ruining other people’s dresses and leaving them with nothing to wear, cut her hospital gown to shreds. Then wheel her around the hospital ten full laps!”
The bodyguards obeyed immediately. Robin also didn’t object.
“No! You can’t do this to me!” Constance screamed, shaking her head wildly and backing away
in terror.
However, the bodyguards gave her no chance to protest. With a few swift, tearing sounds, her hospital gown was slashed apart. They then tossed her onto a wheelchair.
Her legs, still wrapped in plaster from the fresh fractures, gave her no means of escape. Constance clutched desperately at her body, trying to cover the most vulnerable parts. Even so, it was useless.
The moment she was wheeled out of the hospital room, she squeezed her eyes shut tightly,
yet she could still feel the countless stares and whispers digging into her skin. She used to be the one watching others become a spectacle. Now she was the one everyone was watching.
“Let me go! Robin, Kane! My face looks like Evangeline’s! Aren’t you afraid you’ll be humiliating her too?”
She thrashed in desperation, clinging to her last shred of hope. Robin’s eyes narrowed, and he let out a cold laugh.
“Ah, that’s right. I almost forgot that your face does resemble Evangeline’s.”
Just when Constance thought he might show her mercy because of it, his voice turned even colder. “You don’t deserve that face. In that case, we’ll destroy it.
“There are countless people in this world who look like Evangeline. I could just pay someone to get plastic surgery if I really wanted. So there’s nothing wrong with destroying your face.
“The only reason I didn’t touch you before was because I didn’t know just how disgusting the things you’d dorte were. But now, you’re an insult to her memory if I let you wear that face
around.
“And besides… Evangeline is already dead. You’re not her. No one is. She’s irreplaceable to us.”
Constance’s heart dropped into utter despair when she heard those words. A bodyguard stepped forward, knife in hand, and began slashing her face over and over with chilling precision.
Within moments, her face was soaked in blood–her features so mangled they were no longer recognizable.
Then, the guard wheeled her out of the building. Just as they passed through the hospital’s front doors, Constance’s body gave out. She coughed up a mouthful of blood and passed out completely.
Eventually, Constance finally began to recover after days of lying in pain. For several days, no one came to torment her again. She let out a faint breath of relief.
But as she slowly got out of bed and hobbled past a mirror, she caught sight of her reflection.
The image staring back at her was a nightmare her entire face was covered in jagged scars, twisted and layered. It was impossible to look at without flinching.
She screamed at the top of her lungs while clutching her face in horror.
“This isn’t me! I don’t look like this! I’m supposed to look like this!”
She held up a photo of Evangeline to wave it in the air, her voice shrill and unhinged. She screamed it again and again, louder and louder.
That was until she believed it herself in the end.
