Chapter 377: Chapter 377: Becoming the Person You Despise the Most
Hannah no longer paid it any mind and walked over to where Tiffany Lynch was collapsed on the ground, crouching down to gently lift her chin as she said, "They say jealousy makes you uglify yourself, Tiffany. Maybe you should look in the mirror. You’ve always said Hannah Winter is weak and foolish, unworthy of center stage. But as I see you now, you’re not so different from her, are you?"
The cold touch on her chin made Tiffany Lynch want to shrink back, but Hannah’s firm hold kept her in place.
She could only glare at the person before her, biting her lower lip hard.
Hannah chuckled lightly, patting her collar and leaning in to whisper in her ear, "You’ve always loathed people like Hannah Winter, right? But what if one day you became just like her?"
Living life as the person you hate most.
Like a proud emperor who sneers at beggars, only to end up destitute on the street one day. What then?
I’m looking forward to seeing that.
Seeing her own pale reflection in Hannah’s dark eyes, Tiffany Lynch felt as if all her warmth had been drained away in an instant. She wanted to strike out but found she didn’t even have the strength to raise her hand.
That day, the coldest chill ran through Tiffany Lynch in response to Hannah’s words.
But being the female lead, she bounced back in no time. Had it been anyone else, they would have gone mad with despair. But not Tiffany Lynch.
She brushed off that day’s events as Hannah attempting to provoke and mock her, targeting Hannah more openly than ever. Every time they crossed paths, she would call her a "lowly wench."
Oh, how the mighty Eldest Miss never realized that the "filthy words" she had been taught to never utter were becoming her catchphrase.
Hannah, her face bruised, had run straight to the hospital herself that very day.
The producers, unable to hold her back or even dare to, had no choice but to go along with her.
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During the hospital’s busiest hours, Hannah only went in with a facemask on, going around asking anyone who would listen for the doctor’s whereabouts.
Seeing her urgency, a nurse thought she must be seriously ill and quickly led her to a doctor.
As soon as she saw the doctor, Hannah clung to him like a lifeline. Carefully, she pulled off the mask from her face and cried out despairingly, "Doctor, please look at me, can my face be saved?"
The doctor was silent for a long time.
Hannah couldn’t help but sob a few times, "Just tell me the truth—I can handle it."
Still, the doctor was silent. A nurse at the side wanted to say something but then stopped herself, instead pointing lightly at her own head.
Smiling ever so slightly, the doctor’s expression turned pitiful.
Hannah turned towards him, her eyes glazed with tears. "Doctor why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because there’s no hope for my face?"
The doctor shook his head, his smile growing more amiable, "Did you have lunch yet today?"
What’s with this preschool-like tone?
Without thinking, Hannah answered, "I haven’t had the chance to eat yet."
The doctor nodded with satisfaction, "That’s a good girl, would you like to let this nurse sister here take you to have some food?"
A nurse quickly came over to support Hannah, wearing a kind smile and speaking softly, "Let’s have some food first, and then we can take the medicine, how about that?"
Hannah’s face hardened.
She looked at the doctor, then at the nurse.
Their smiles were identical.
Hannah pulled away quickly, "I am not mentally ill!"
The doctor stepped forward to comfort her, "Yes, yes, we know you’re not. Let’s just go eat something first, okay?"
Hannah was frantic, "I’m really not mentally ill, I’m here for treatment. Look, my wound is right here."
