Chapter 90


    After sessfully convincing Faye, Vivienne took the diagnostic and medicine fees paid by Bertha and


    left.


    ra followed closely behind.


    "Vivienne, it''s lunchtime. How about treat you to a meal?" " ra said.


    Before Vivienne could respond, ra continued, "I''ve been wanting to treat you for a meal. You''ve


    always been busy. If I don''t do it now, I''ll feel guilty."


    "ra, I''m sorry, I can''t have lunch with you today. I''ve already informed my nanny to prepare my


    meal," Vivienne replied.


    ra looked disappointed, but Vivienne suddenly suggested, "If you don''t mind, you cane to my


    ce for lunch. We have many people at home, and the atmosphere is pleasant."


    Including the Ellington family of four, asionally Leopold, and members of the Hawthorn family, there


    were at least nine people at every meal.


    "I cane?" ra''s eyes lit up.


    She found her days boring, and she got along well with Vivienne. The location of the meal didn''t matter


    as long as she hadpany.


    "Of course," Vivienne said with a smile. "ra, would you like toe with us, or should you have the


    driver drop you off?"


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    She noticed a private car not far away. It belonged to the Redwood family; she had seen it at the


    hospital before.


    ra then noticed Percival. "Who is he?" she asked.


    "He''s my fiancé, Percival."


    "Oh, he''s the one from the Ellington family who is..." ra was about to say "useless," but she hurriedly


    swallowed the words.


    Percival smiled politely and greeted her, "Hello, ra."


    "Hello," ra replied. Her gaze fell on Percival''s legs, and she immediately understood.


    Vivienne was skilled, and perhaps curing a disabled person was possible, but ra didn''t ask further.


    "I''ll go with you guys," ra said and got into Percival''s car.


    After Vivienne and the others left the Baker family, Faye walked out of the room. Although she wasn''t


    used to the bright light yet, she felt much better.


    Faye went to the living room and said to Bertha and Doreen, "Grandma, Mom, I''m sorry for worrying


    you. I''ll cooperate actively with the treatment from now on. Even if I can''t be cured, I won''t immerse


    myself in pain anymore."


    Bertha said excitedly, "Good! This is my good granddaughter! That Ms. Vivienne is truly capable. Your


    mother couldn''t help you recover all this time, but she managed to get you out in just a few words."


    Faye smiled, her face marred by scars making her smile seem a bit grotesque. "Talking to Ms. Vivienne


    made me feel confident. What she said is true; my ugliness isn''t my face but my soul. Hiding is what


    weak people do. I am the granddaughter of the Baker family and the daughter of the Churchill family. I


    excel academically and have many qualities others can''t match. That''s my advantage. I can''t waste my


    potential. I must pull myself together. Only when I perform exceptionally well will those mocking voices


    disappear. They can only look up to me."


    "Yes! You''re right!" Bertha agreed. "That''s how it should be. Even if the facial injuries can''t be cured, we


    need to show those people that my granddaughter isn''t someone to be bullied."


    Faye nodded, then turned to Doreen, "Mom, can you apany me to the bookstore? I need to buy


    books; I want to start studying."


    Doreen was taken aback, "Go out now? But you..."


    "I can walk out of the room now, and I''m mentally prepared. Maybe I won''t be able to ovee the


    strange stares at first, but I''ll ovee it slowly. I have to study while receiving treatment."


    Doreen seemed to see the confident Faye of the past. She nodded, "Okay, but not now. I need to go to


    the Hawthorn family to settle things with Arabe Hawthorn."


    Since Arabe lied to her, she should pay the price.


    "If it''s about Arabe, it''s not urgent," Bertha said. "Faye''s matter is the most important. Let''s go buy the


    books first. Also, I heard that ss Eighteen of Cloudcrest High School has a new homeroom teacher


    who''s very capable. She managed to control those mischievous students in just one day. Besides, she


    invited Mr. James'' team specifically for ss Eighteen''s courses. Such educational resources are


    unmatched even by Faye''s current school. I''m thinking, why not transfer her to ss Eighteen? With


    Faye''s excellence and Mr. James'' teaching, getting into Elite University shouldn''t be a problem."


    This time, Doreen didn''t voice any objections. "I''ll listen to you."


    Thest time she didn''t listen to Bertha, she almost got her daughter killed. Some things, it''s better to


    listen to her mother.


    "I''ll listen to Grandma," Faye had heard about Mr. James. Studying under him was something she was


    willing to do.


    "Alright, I''ll contact them and arrange for Faye''s transfer," Bertha decided.


    Faye changed intofortable sportswear and left with Doreen.


    They went to a bookstore in the city.


    On this visit to Havenwood, she was so disheartened that she had brought no books with her. So now,


    she had to buy all her study materials again, including various exercise books.


    As they entered the bookstore, people began whispering and pointing fingers at her.


    Faye was mentally prepared, but being openly judged made her feel a bit apprehensive. However,


    remembering Vivienne''s words, she lifted her head, met their stares, and walked forward confidently.


    After a few steps, she heard someone say, "She''s really ugly! How can someone like her dare to go


    out?"


    "Yeah,ing out even pollutes my eyes. She''s not just ugly; if I were her, I''d just die to spare others


    from seeing this."


    The speakers were two girls about Faye''s age, their faces sharp with sarcasm, speaking loudly as if


    they wanted to make sure Faye heard them.


    After they finished, many people around turned their gaze toward Faye.


    Doreen was furious and wanted to scold those two, but Faye stopped her. "Mom, let me handle this."


    Faye approached the two girls and said earnestly, "I might not be pretty, but your mindset is more


    heartbreaking. I may not be beautiful, but I''ve never harmed anyone. Yet you attack others with such


    vicious words. If I can''t endure it and end my life because of your words, you''ll be the murderers. You


    hurt people. Do you have a conscience?"


    "What''s wrong with you? When did we hurt anyone?" one of the girls retorted angrily.


    "Even though you haven''t physically hurt anyone, your words are even more terrifying. Your minds are


    filthy. You''re the twisted ones, not me," Faye calmly stated. "You''re mentally polluted, making others


    just as twisted when they look at you."


    After she finished, Faye turned to the other girl. "You said earlier that if you looked like me, you''d rather


    die. Do you have no humanity? Our bodies are gifts from our parents. Have you ever considered your


    parents'' feelings? I might not be pretty, but I won''t die. I''ll live well. Your malicious words can''t hurt me.


    Because you will never be better than me!"


    Although she had thought about ending her own life, Faye wouldn''t anymore.


    Faye finished speaking and left the two frustrated girls behind, walking away with Doreen.