Chapter 63 Laid Bare For All To See
Startled, Waverly immediately ran back to the Goodridge residence.
Half an hour later. Vera was urgently rushed into the operating room.
Raylee sat by the door of the operating room, images of her grandmother’s illness flashing unendingly in her mind like a nightmare. She was filled with fear, uncertainty, and a sense of helplessness.
Her eyes were bloodshot, her nose tingling with a sharp sourness, but she stubbornly refused to let a single tear fall.
Upon hearing the news, the Goodridge family members hurriedly rushed over.
Raylee turned away, her gaze fixed on Waverly, who was hiding behind Harriet. A strong hint of vengeance flashed in her eyes.
When Waverly met her gaze, she was so frightened that she trembled all over, clutching onto Harriet’s hand,
Harriet gave her a reassuring pat, her gaze silently urging her not to worry.
-She stepped closer, pleading on Waverly’s behalf.
-Ray–Ray, Waverly spoke to me,” she said softly. ““She’s scared you’ll tell Jeremiah everything–that Samuel will pay the price. That’s why she begged for your mercy back at Goodridge Manor. She never meant to make your grandmother sick. and saying things like going to the grave with her will only scare her.““”
“Exactly, you’ve already slapped her twice, Wavy has learned her lesson, so don’t hold it against her anymore,” Alaric also tried to mediate.
“Right, it’s not her fault, she’s innocent, your whole family is innocent, okay?”
Raylee lifted her head, her eyes glowing a fiery red as she glanced at Harriet and Alaric. A deep, intense mockery was evident in her gaze.
Samuel stepped forward, his face full of displeasure as he rebuked, “You don’t need to be so sarcastic. Grandma is not just your grandma, she’s also mine and Waverly’s. If something happens to her, we won’t feel any better than you do!”
Raylee couldn’t be bothered to engage with him.
These detestable siblings, one brazenly hurting her, the other injuring the grandmother she cared about most.
She was absolutely determined not to let them off the hook!
“What matters most to you?” Suddenly, Raylee’s gaze fell on Waverly’s face as she asked in a soft tone.
“What?” Waverly was somewhat bewildered.
“What I mean is, do you have someone or something that matters to you? For instance, the person I care about the most is my grandmother. What about you?”
Raylee’s voice was airy, her face devoid of any expression.
Ironically, her state of indifference and lack of desire was even more startling.
Waverly kept her head down, unsure of what she meant by the question. She didn’t dare say a word.
The next moment, Raylee suddenly rushed up to her.
“I asked you a question, why didn’t you respond? Even if you don’t, I already know. What you care about the most is your
hair!
Raylee grabbed her long, curly hair, pulling with all her might
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hair.
Clutching onto the wig for dear life. Raylee’s face contorted in a grimace as she gritted her teeth. With a sneer, she said. “The quality of the wig is pretty good, so sturdy! It wasn’t cheap, was it?”
“Raylee, you’ve lost your mind!” Samuel hurriedly stepped forward to hold her back.
“Let go of Waverly, now!”
Harriet rushed forward, protective as a mother shielding her calf, afraid even the slightest harm might come to Waverly
Despite her efforts, it was too late. After exerting an enormous amount of effort, Raylee had managed to remove Waverly’s wig.
“Ahh…” At that moment, Waverly was like a headless chicken, frantically clutching her head and letting out a piercing scream!
Her long, curled hair was gone. Now, she had a buzz cut, patchy and uneven, with seven or eight bald spots scattered across her head. She looked like a chewed–up dog toy–both pitiful and ridiculous.
Any trace of the elegant, privileged young lady she once was had completely vanished.
As if her last shred of dignity had been stripped away, Waverly crouched down, burying her face in her hands. She sobbed uncontrollably, muffling her cries as best she could.
“Waverly!” Concerned, the Goodridge family members quickly gathered, offering words of comfort.
Samuel shot Raylee a sharp glare and snapped, “You know damn well Waverly has issues with her hair–so why would that on purpose?”
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Raylee’s eyes burned with fury as she shot back, her voice wild and unrestrained. “Oh, I know all about her alopecia. I know it’s nearly impossible to cure, and that she has to hide it under a wig. Four years, Samuel–four years of you running to every so–called top doctor money can buy, and what do you have to show for it? Not much, huh? Guess even wealth has its limits. Tell me, little princess of the Goodridge family–has your precious Casimir ever seen you looking like a chewed–up dog toy?”
Listening to these biting remarks, Waverly lifted her head amidst her sobs, her tone filled with heartbreaking despair. “Raylee, why must you uncover my wounds? This is a secret I cannot share, a pain that will last a lifetime. Don’t you know I contracted this illness from your biological parents? Why are you all being so cruel to me?”
Raylee’s voice twisted with raw emotion, nearly breaking as she hot it all out. “Stop blaming everyone else! The doctor said it’s hereditary–it has nothing to do with how you grew up! That hair you cherished so much… those scars you worked so hard to hide… it must’ve hurt like hell when I ripped them open for everyone to see, didn’t it?”
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