Clara Philips' voice was steady; she had to remain calm. "Don't rush. Head to the hospital right now. Mom knows someone there. Remember, don't let anyone else know!"
With cosmetic surgery being so advanced nowadays, even if one's face is truly disfigured, it can be repaired.
At that time, it's perfectly feasible to find an excuse to go abroad for a while and have the face fixed.
Upon hearing Clara Philips' words, Jovana Shaw calmed down, found sunglasses and a hat from the wardrobe, and put them on. She called her confidant. "Hello, come over now and take me to the hospital.
Don't ask why, just hurry!
Remember, don't let anyone see you!"
...
Aurelia Shaw closed the door, took her phone out of her pocket, the man on the screen was sharp-featured and composed, eyebrows slightly adjusted, lips curved in a reckless arc, his gaze sharp and tranquil, like a calm wolf.
The phone had been on video call the entire time, so Mason Nightshade had heard everything that happened.
