Yara Reagan looked at her with grateful eyes, but upon seeing the conspicuous scar on her forehead, she couldn’t help feeling heartache: "Then you take a good rest, I’ll go get you something to eat."
The media were still blocking the hospital, just waiting for Evelyn Clayton to appear, to seize the headline news and gain traction.
Yara managed to buy some food and bring it up, but saw Evelyn holding a mirror, her slender fingers tremblingly touching her forehead, stroking that ugly scar.
Yara forced a smile to comfort her.
"It’s okay, we’ll find a dermatology expert and treat it well, it definitely won’t leave a scar in the future."
She dejectedly put down the mirror, unable to accept it.
Seeing her despondent look, Yara put down the food.
"Don’t be sad, the car accident broke three ribs, it’s lucky to be alive, a fringe can cover the scar."
The scar on the forehead was left by the shattered car window glass.
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Moreover, if it had penetrated any deeper, maybe she wouldn’t have been killed by the crash but would have died from the glass, without any chance of rescue.
Thinking of this, Evelyn felt a sense of relief for surviving the disaster.
Rather than losing her life, it’s better to have a scar; after all, life only happens once.
"Alright, come eat something, you’ve just woken up, your body is still weak."
Evelyn took the porridge that was fed to her, gently sipped a little and then let go.
"Is that James Grant?"
Yara suddenly exclaimed, following her gaze.
The TV was showing an entertainment program, the person in front of the camera being magnified infinitely, standing prominently on stage.
Evelyn’s gaze blurred a bit, and her hands inadvertently stopped moving.
There was a press conference being held on site, with more reporters than in the hospital.
They spared no effort to surround the eye-catching couple at the center.
Holding cameras and microphones, they kept asking one sharp question after another, all seeking to confirm whether she had interfered in their relationship.
As if dissecting them inside and out, clearly and thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned.
"James Grant and I are fine, we’ve already gotten engaged and will be married in a few days, so please stop spreading rumors."
Lynn Yates gracefully hooked her arm around James Grant’s in front of the camera.
And James had a calm demeanor throughout, with no look of any abnormality.
The two stood together, seemingly a perfect match made in heaven.
"As for Miss Clayton, she and my fiancé are just friends. She got into a car accident and he went to see a friend, so it’s not what you’re saying."
Before the voice was finished, Yara took the remote and turned off the TV.
Evelyn kept silent, not saying a word.
Her eyelids drooped as she picked up the spoon, pretending to eat indifferently, but the slight trembling of her shoulders betrayed her.
Yara noticed her sadness but still kept silent.
Bringing it up would only make her sadder, so it’s better not to talk about it.
At the press conference site, after handling the reporters, Lynn and James left the scene arm in arm, showing an affectionate look.
Below the venue, Lynn voluntarily let go of James’s hand, the previously graceful smile faded, and she warned softly.
"James Grant, I’m warning you, even if we’re putting on a show, don’t overdo it! Otherwise, if the Yates Family loses face, you won’t have it easy either."
Lynn cared little about whom he was with, but it couldn’t affect her and the Yates Family.