Chapter 330 A Face Worth Ruining
Christian responded quickly, panic in his voice. “It was real human skin–facial grafting.”
Those four words made Eliza pause.
88%
+8 Pearls
“But isn’t there a hospital regulation?” she asked. “For patients with facial disfigurement–even if they want cosmetic reconstruction–they can only use skin from their own body, right?”
“That’s just the hospital’s official rule,” Christian said with a wince. “I told her it wasn’t allowed. But Miss Naomi didn’t care. She gave me money and said I didn’t need to worry about sourcing the skin–she’d take care of it. All I had to do was perform the surgery and pretend I knew nothing. I was short on cash… I let myself get tempted. I never expected her demands to be so ridiculous. She insisted her face had to look perfect again in just one day. That’s impossible!”
Just recalling it gave him a headache.
He didn’t know where this spoiled princess came from, but she acted like she was born to be pampered.
“I had no choice,” Christian continued, “at one point someone literally held a gun to my head. If I didn’t follow through, I’m sure they would’ve killed me! That’s why I brought out the synthetic skin as a last
resort.”
Pain flickered across his face.
“If I’d known this would happen, I never would’ve accepted her money. And now? Naomi won’t even listen to me. I told her not to wear the synthetic skin for more than two hours–she kept it on for over four! I just finished her surgery, and that face can’t handle the slightest irritation. If anything goes wrong now… not even I can fix it.”
Eliza had heard enough to piece the story together.
She studied the man sitting across from her–filled with regret and desperation. “You said someone pointed a gun at your head. Do you know who it was?”
“I’m not sure,” Christian said. “Might’ve been one of Miss Naomi’s bodyguards. Definitely not a good guy. But I think I caught a glimpse of his boss once–a man with a scar running down his face. Real obvious.”
A scar?
Matteo.
So Naomi was working with Matteo all along.
No wonder.
No wonder Naomi had seemed so oddly confident. She clearly knew Matteo was going to kill Nathaniel after New Year’s. Why would she cling to Nathaniel as her backing?
She wasn’t. She’d been working for Matteo this entire time.
That meant the human skin she used for the surgery had probably been supplied by Matteo as well.
Eliza gave a cold laugh.
Naomi really knows how to hedge her bets.
1/2
Chapter 330 A Face Worth Ruining
Christian looked wary again. “Miss, I’ve told you everything. What exactly do you want from me?
He had the sinking feeling she wasn’t just here for answers.
“I want you to give Naomi this box of synthetic skin,” Eliza said casually, placing it back on the table,
Christian recoiled as if she’d handed him a bomb. “Absolutely not! I can’t do that–her face can’t handle it anymore! If she uses synthetic skin again, it’ll only make things worse!”
Naomi’s face was already showing signs of necrosis. Any more irritation would make it spread faster. The operation Christian had done wasn’t perfect–it required long–term care.
If she used synthetic skin again now, even a god couldn’t save that face.
“You don’t have to give it to her directly,” Eliza said calmly. “She’ll come to you. Sooner or later, she’ll beg for it. All I want is for you to be ready. Let her ask for it herself–and if she does, you just… let it happen. You’re not responsible.”
Christian wavered.
Eliza knew Naomi. Naomi would never tolerate an imperfect face. Not even for a single day.
It was only a matter of time before she ran to Christian again, desperate for help.
And if she asked for it on her own, Christian would be blameless.
Seeing him hesitate, Eliza pressed, “Dr. Christian, you’ve already taken my money. If you’re not willing to do the job… I guess I’ll have to put a gun to your head too.”
That shut him up fast. She wasn’t someone to cross.
After a long pause, he gritted his teeth and picked up the box of synthetic skin. “I… I’ll figure something out.
Eliza held his hand down before he could put it away.
“No,” she said, her tone steely. “You don’t ‘figure/something out. You do it. I expect results.”
Christian’s face darkened.
“She’ll come asking for it. Even if you refuse, she’ll get desperate. But the one she uses–must be from this box. No substitutions.”
Christian swallowed hard. “Fine. I’ll do it exactly as you said.”
98
