Otherwise, Chloe Callahan wouldn't harbor such deep hatred.
Thinking of this possibility, her heart grew even more exhilarated, a sense of united vengeance swelling within.
She even couldn't wait to see Luna Sutton, wanted to find out if the other was reborn like herself.
But for now, the most urgent matter was dealing with Chloe Callahan, that wretched bitch.
Pearl Vance gently knocked on the door, her voice soft, "Sister Aria, are you alright?"
The crying inside abruptly stopped.
Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Chloe Callahan's face, scarred and twisted.
"What are you doing here?"
Chloe's tone was hostile.
Pearl acted as if she didn't notice the malice, smiled, and handed her a bowl of medicine, "I just made this tonic. It'll help lighten the mark on your face. Please, drink a bit."
Chloe eyed her with suspicion, but didn't take the bowl, her voice cold, "Get out."
She wouldn't dare drink it—who knew what kind of corrupting poison might rot her face inside?
