"I spent so much time and effort making Jim forget the past and drug him into listening to my every word, and now that Christopher is trying to formulate an antidote for the poison, you're asking me if I want to stop him or not?"
She pursed her lips and added, "Sirius, if you want to hear me calling you Father in your lifetime, you have to do as I say!"
Quentin sneered. "Alright then. We'll proceed with the plan."
Then, he narrowed his eyes, walked over to Charlotte's side, and grabbed hold of her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I don't like the face you have now. Why don't I help you turn it into what it's supposed to be?"
Charlotte widened her eyes in shock. "What ...what do you mean?"
"What I mean is..." He chuckled. "Ever since you got that plastic surgery, you don't look like my daughter anymore, and I think you'd be better off having an ugly face.”
Then, without warning, he picked up a knife and slashed it across Charlotte's face.
"Aaahhhhh—!" Cries of agony echoed through the entire house.
When Bonnie and Harvey arrived at the Civil Rights Bureau, Theo was in the middle of a heated discussion with one of the employees.
He was a gentle and soft-spoken person, and even when engaged in a heated debate, his tone was still soft and humble. "So I'm not allowed to make her my wife in the eyes of the law just because she's dead? This was her dying wish, so I have to help her fulfill it!"
The civil rights officer looked a little perplexed by this request. "Sir, you're not allowed to get married to a dead person. If you’re really determined to do this, you can get a witch doctor or sorcerer to host a ceremony for you to bind your soul to her in the underworld..."
"No, I don't want that. I want to be married legally to her..."
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