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    At the hospital, Bianca sat on the bed with an anxious expression. She stared nkly at the door of her hospital room.

    Bianca’s heart was filled with anxiety mixed with uncontroble emotions. Her thoughts were in turmoil about Andrian, especially after learning that he had returned home without seeing her first.

    Frustrated, Bianca pressed the call button beside her bed. Momentster, the door opened and Derek hurried in.

    “Is there anything I can help you with, Miss?” Derek asked, bowing slightly, clearly showing both respect and fear toward

    his mistress.

    “I want you to find out,” Bianca ordered firmly, cutting straight to the point, her eyes staring sharply at Derek. “Did Andrian

    meet with Aliana or not?”

    Derek was silent for a moment, looking hesitant and nervous. He was reluctant to dig into such matters, but dared not defy Bianca’smand, especially when she was this sensitive.

    “Yes, Miss. I’ll find out immediatelyi,/ii” /iDerek replied quickly, bowing again before rushing out.

    Left alone in the room, Bianca felt even more restless. Her hands clenched tightly, consumed by jealousy and growing

    anger.

    She tried to regte her breathing, hoping to calm herself. But it was useless–her mind was relentlessly haunted by images of Andrian possibly meeting Aliana.

    A few minutester, Derek returned to Bianca’s room. His face looked tense and worried. He didn’t even dare to look

    Bianca in the eyes.

    “Well?” Bianca asked impatiently, her breathing quickened from a sudden surge of tension.

    Derek lowered his head, hesitant before finally answering in a low voice, “Mr. Andrian met Miss Aliana at the pavilion upon arriving at the Velor family mansion.”

    Bianca froze. Derek’s words echoed in her ears, making her heart pound from both panic and rage.

    “He met that woman?” Bianca whispered with a trembling voice. Her hands began to shake, and her face–partially covered by bandages–turned crimson with emotion.

    “Yes, Miss. They spoke for quite a while at the pavilion,i” /iDerek added carefully, clearly frightened by Bianca’s rising

    hysteria.

    “Leave me now!” Bianca shouted sharply, making Derek step back. “Get out! Don’t bother me again!”

    Derek quickly exited and closed the door gently behind him. Left alone, Bianca’s anger exploded uncontrobly. She screamed loudly, grabbing whatever she could–pillows, ss, flower vase–and hurled them to the floor, smashing them into pieces.

    Not long after, the doctor and nurses entered the room. They were shocked to see Bianca in a hysterical rageb, /bcrying uncontrobly on the bed.

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    “Miss Bianca, please calm down!” the doctor said in a firm yet soothing voice.

    But Bianca hadpletely lost control. She continued to scream and thrash about, even trying to get boff /bthe bbed/bb. /bbPanic /bspread among everyone present.

    “I don’t want to see anyone! Get out!” Bianca screamed hoarsely from crying too hard.

    The doctor and nurses exchanged nces, realizing it was pointless to argue with her in such a condition. Eventuallyb, /bbthe /bdoctor signaled for everyone to leave and give Bianca space. Slowly, the room emptied and the door closed tightly.

    Once alone, Bianca grabbed a small mirror from the bedside table. Harshly, she began unwrapping the bandages from her face. Her fingers trembled as the dressing came off, revealing a long, dark–red gash on her cheek, still held together by stitches.

    Bianca screamed in horror upon seeing her own reflection. Her hands trembled violently. She felt shattered and couldn’t believe her once–beautiful face had changed so drastically. Tears streamed down her wounded cheek.

    “This can’t be happening…” Bianca sobbed in panic. “Andrian will leave me because my face is ruined like this.”

    Her heart ached deeply as she imagined Andrian’s disappointed expression when he saw her scarred face. Intense fear and anxiety flooded her mind. Bianca felt her life would be over if Andrian truly left her.

    Slowly, that fear turned into vengeance. Bianca’s fists clenched tightly, her body shaking with seething rage. Deep in her heart, she swore she would find the person who had ruined her face.

    “I’ll make you pay for what you’ve donei,/ii” /iBianca hissed through gritted teeth, staring at the mirror that reflected her now- imperfect face. “Whoever you are, I won’t let you live in peace. I’ll destroy your life the way you destroyed mine.”

    Before Bianca could finish venting her emotions, her phone suddenly vibrated on the table. She jumped at the sight of the unknown number on the screen. Bianca recognized it–it was the same mysterious number that had previously sent her a photo of Aliana and Rafe.

    She grabbed the phone immediately, her heart pounding. Driven by a mix of curiosity and rage, she answered the call

    without hesitation.

    “Hello?” Bianca’s voice quivered with emotion.

    A man’s deep voice replied, calm yetced with subtle menace. “Looks like you’re having a rough day, Miss Bianca.”

    “Who are you? What do you want?” Bianca snapped, throwing politeness aside. “Tell me who you are!”

    “No need to rush, Miss Bianca,” the voice responded smoothly, sounding like he was smirking mockingly. “I just want to help you get rid of the greatest enemy in your life.”

    “Greatest enemy? What do you mean?” Bianca’s tone turned serious, full of suspicion.

    “Aliana Velor,” the mysterious voice said bluntly. “She’s a very dangerous woman. I know she’s the one who bdestroyed /byour beautiful face. If you want revenge, I can help.”

    “Aliana?”

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    Bianca was clearly shocked to hear the man use Aliana of ruining her face. She paused, her mind torn between suspicion and anger.

    Bianca desperately wanted to get revenge on whoever had done this to her. Though she didn’t yet know bwho /bthe breal /bculprit was, when the man mentioned Aliana’s name, she immediately directed all her hatred toward that woman.

    Even if Aliana wasn’t truly responsible for her disfigurement, removing her would still ease Bianca’s jealousy over bAndrian/b.

    “What’s in it for you?” Bianca asked suspiciously, wary of being tricked by someone whose identity she didn’t know.

    “I have personal business with Aliana,” the man replied with conviction. “We share the same goal. If you agree, we can work together to remove her from our lives.”

    Bianca was silent for a moment before finally answering firmly, “I agree.”

    biAD /i/b