Chapter 844: Chapter 844

Would such a terrible scar mar Sally’s face for the rest of her life?

I bit my lip uneasily.

Truth be told, I didn’t have the guts to face Sally.

The overwhelming sense of guilt made me want to escape her, as I knew I wouldn’t be able to look her in the eye.

Was there really no way I could help this poor girl recover?

I refused to accept defeat.

There had to be a solution.

I couldn’t just give up on her.

There had to be a miracle out there, waiting to be discovered.

That evening, I opened my mother’s diary again.

For some reason, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that this diary held all the answers, so I pored over it.

But to my disappointment, the diary only recorded the names of famous doctors in each pack.

I had to look up information on these famous doctors carefully to try to find answers.

“Mommy? Come here, Mommy!”

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Suddenly, Elena’s voice came from downstairs.

She shouted so anxiously that I thought that something serious must have happened.

Worried about my daughter, I rushed out of the room with the diary and ran downstairs as fast as I could.

Debra’s POV:

“Elena, what’s wrong?”

I flew into the living room and scooped up my daughter, looking her up and down for any signs of injury.

Holding a colored marker in her hand, Elena pouted and shouted unhappily, “Mom, Grandpa’s a liar.

He lost the game, but he refuses to admit it.

He’s a bad man!”

I was so concerned with Elena that I didn’t notice my father at first.

After hearing what my daughter said, I turned to look at the old man.

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The sight that greeted me left me speechless.

I almost didn’t recognize my father.

If Elena hadn’t told me that this man was her grandpa, I would’ve thought he was a complete stranger.

Because his face looked like that of a clown’s, covered in paint marks of various colors.

I nearly burst into laughter on the spot.

My father, on the other hand, looked back at me grimly.

His serious expression was a sharp contrast to his funny-looking face.

“It’s not all my fault,” he protested, spreading out his hands helplessly.

“I wasn’t lying when I said there’s no more space for you to draw on my face.

”

Indeed, his entire face was covered in paint.

I couldn’t see a trace of bare skin.

Finally, I couldn’t help but burst into giggles.