Seeing that I was about to transfer money, Evan held my hand and reminded me softly, "Didn't you say you didn't want Mom to have extreme cosmetic procedures?"
I did tell Evan before that I didn't want Melissa to have extreme cosmetic procedures, which would affect her health.
But after my persuasion, I ended up having my throat cut.
I shrugged and said helplessly, "We should respect her choice. Melissa, am I right?"
Melissa was glad to hear that and grinned, revealing a line of black teeth.
She took the money while saying something sarcastic to me, "I think you need plastic surgery too. What if Evan finds another girl? You can only whine."
Evan, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't stand it anymore, jumped up, and warned Melissa sternly.
Melissa stood with her hands on her hips, glanced disdainfully at Evan, and forcefully pushed him away.
Then Melissa pinched my face, with complete disdain on her face. "Look at your skin. It's not as good as mine. You're really ugly."
In Melissa's eyes, no one was as good-looking as her, and she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
I gently slapped away Melissa's hand and forced a smile. "Melissa, you don't need to worry about this."