Raymond watched the older woman quietly.He could understand why she was worried, especially considering what she had experienced in her own marriage.However, he also noticed that she was beginning to judge him based on his appearance, just as Malisa's family had done.He could have revealed his identity and ended the conversation immediately.As the Supreme Lord, his wealth and influence were far beyond anything Malisa's family could offer, and even the most powerful businessmen would think carefully before speaking against him.But Raymond saw no reason to do that.He had not married Malisa to impress her relatives, and he certainly did not need their approval to take care of his wife.For now, he preferred to remain quiet and allow Malisa to handle the conversation with her aunt.Malisa looked troubled."Auntie, Grandmother told me to choose a husband, and I did exactly what she asked. The marriage documents have already been signed, so I don't understand why anyone would want to c

The moment Malisa heard her aunt mention forgiveness, the little calmness she had managed to maintain disappeared, and the expression on her face changed so quickly that even Raymond could tell how deeply those words had hurt her.For several seconds, she stared at her aunt without saying anything, almost as though she was waiting for the woman to explain why she believed forgiveness was something that could be demanded so easily after years of suffering.Her aunt had come to inform her that her grandmother was seriously ill and that the family wanted her to return to the mansion to see the elderly woman, but what Malisa found difficult to understand was why those same people suddenly remembered that she was part of their family.For years, they had treated her as though she was nothing more than a burden, and now they expected her to forget everything simply because someone had fallen sick."No, Auntie, I'm not doing that," Malisa finally said, her voice carrying an anger she could no

For several seconds, nobody in the living room could say a word, as everyone continued staring at Malisa with expressions that showed just how difficult it was for them to believe what they were seeing.The young woman standing before them was completely different from the one they had forced out of their mansion some time ago, and no matter how carefully they looked at her, they could not find any sign of the terrible burns that had once covered her face.Her skin was now smooth and beautiful, without the deep scars that had made her spend years hiding behind a mask, and even the parts of her arms that were visible showed no trace of the injuries she had suffered during the fire incident.For Malisa, returning to her family's mansion had already been difficult enough, especially when she remembered how they had treated her on the day she married Raymond.However, she had never expected that simply showing her face would cause such a reaction.Her grandmother, who had been seated besid

Damien's face turned red with anger the moment he heard Malisa's warning, and for several seconds, he stood staring at her as though he could not believe she had spoken to him in such a disrespectful manner.For as long as he could remember, nobody in the family had ever dared to challenge him openly, especially not Malisa, whom everyone had treated as a burden since the terrible fire that left her badly burned.He was the eldest grandson, the one their grandfather had been preparing to take over the family's businesses, and because of that position, he had grown used to having everyone obey him without asking questions.Even when he made mistakes, someone was always there to defend him, and whenever he got into trouble, his grandmother would quickly find a way to make the matter disappear.But now Malisa was standing before him, looking directly into his eyes and warning him never to raise his hand against her again.What made it even more embarrassing was that everyone had heard her.

Malisa stood beside Raymond, looking at the people she had once called her family, and for the first time in her life, she found herself wondering whether there was anything left between them worth saving.She had spent so many years trying to earn their love, hoping that one day they would stop blaming her for the fire that had destroyed her appearance, but now that her scars were gone, their attitude had only made one thing clear.They had never truly cared about her happiness.When her face was badly burned, they treated her like someone who had brought shame upon the family, and now that she had recovered, they suddenly wanted to use her beauty to build connections with wealthy people.The thought was painful, especially because these were the same people she had loved and respected since childhood.Her grandmother had once been someone she looked up to, while her grandfather had always been the person whose approval she wanted most.Even her mother, Penelope, despite the many crue