Babel Novel
chapter 1892
chapter 1892
Chapter 1892
Tiffany caressed her bloody face and shivered vigorously.
No way...
This was not her!
She was an exalted heiress, known for her delicate face that every man would go crazy for! 1
This horrible, ugly face in the mirror was not hers!
Crash!
Tiffany furiously smashed the mirror with the washing liquid, causing the perfect mirror to shatter.
However, the broken mirror still reflected her bloodied, imperfect face.
Tiffany went ballistic upon seeing her reflection. She shut her eyes and growled out loud, 'This isn't me! This isn't me!"
At that moment, a group of nurses rushed into Tiffany's ward, and the supervisor rushed into the washroom.
"Ms. Jordan, please calm down!"
Tiffany turned over, scaring the nurses with her horrendous face that they stepped backward instinctively.
Tiffany's dark eyes stood out from her face full of blood. 1
She looked at the crowd and could not hear a word they were saying. She could, however, see their mouths moving.
Their expressions were filled with abhorrence.
Tiffany laughed coldly, and her twitching bloody face became an even more appalling sight.
She fixed her eyes on a woman and saw the bag in her hand.
She did not hesitate to crawl over.
The nurses backed away in horror as Tiffany crawled toward them, and the woman with the bag was so scared that she was petrified on the spot. She dared not move. 1
Tiffany snatched the bag away from her like a snake. She was in so much pain that she felt entirely numb, and she managed to rush toward the balcony in this state. 2
The nurses then sprang into action and attempted to rein her back, but Tiffany had already locked the door from the inside.
No matter how harshly they banged on the door, Tiffany ignored them and sat on the balcony.
Her hair fluttered with the breeze that blew by.
She looked horrible and lonely.
Tiffany opened the bag and noticed a big stack of cash along with all kinds of jewelry.
None of these things mattered to her anymore.
Tiffany merely took out the makeup products from the bag and used them on her face, albeit with wounded hands. 2
She even lathered some foundation onto her bloody face. 1
The people outside the door saw this shocking sight through the glass window, and their eyes widened in horror.
This woman had gone completely mad! That would only irritate her wounds!
However, Tiffany seemed to feel no pain as she continued to layer her face with more foundation. 1
She only stopped when she no longer saw any blood or disfiguration on her face. She then took out the lipstick to paint her lips with.
After finishing her makeup, she fished out the mirror proudly. When she saw her face as delicate and sexy as it used to be, her red lips curled up a smile.
This was her-Tiffany.
She had always been beautiful!
She tossed the makeup products aside and sat on the balcony. Her cold eyes looked out faraway...
The world was large, but there was not one place she belonged to.
It was then and there that flashbacks of past memories ran through her mind.
The heiress of the Jordan family; the spoiled and well-loved classy lady.
The Princess D'Cruz of Kansas: the well-looked-up, glorious, and stunning.
At this hour...
Her reputation was ruined, she was frowned upon, and everyone wanted her dead.
She worked hard all her life to fight for what she wanted, whether it was family, love, or career.
None of these succeeded.
She lost completely every time...
Worse still, her face was disfigured and her leg, gone...
No!
No way!
She was already in bad shape, and she must not allow anyone to see how horrible she looked! Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
She, Tiffany Jordan, was born elegant. She was not born to be looked down upon, and she would not allow anyone to point their fingers at her! 1
She would rather die with honor than to survive in disgrace! 2 With that, Tiffany’s lips twisted into a bitter, yet beauteous smile.