Everyone was at a loss for words. There was a long silence.
Ethan’s smile froze a little, but he eventually laughed and reached out his hand to Quinton cheerfully. "Ah, you’re an old friend! I’ve heard so much about you!"
"We’re indeed old friends." Quinton had a cold look in his eyes. He said, smiling, "After all, there were many tis when I wanted to chop you up and feed you to crocodiles!"
"Hahaha! Quinton, you’re such a funny man!" Ethan pointed at Quinton. "I thought Ace had beaten you into depression. Is that why you’ve been hiding in Water Dock?"
"You must be joking, Mr. Stuart. Do I look depressed? You can try to find out."
"If I do, I’ll die."
The two n were going back and forth with smiles on their faces, but it felt like they were fighting it out with their words.
Joanna and Clara held each other’s hands and retreated to the side, afraid of being accidentally injured.
"Okay. Have you had enough? Can you stop fighting? Don’t block the entrance and hinder traffic." Joanna held Adie and Abby and said to them, "My loves, he’s the uncle I’ve ntioned before. Isn’t he very dear? Call him Uncle Quinton."
"Uncle Quinton!" The two little ones greeted Quinton adorably.
"Oh, Adie, Abby. I finally get to see you! Co and let hug you!" Quinton wanted to keep fighting with Ethan, but his anger faded when he saw the two little ones. He squatted down and picked them up in excitent.
"Uncle, why are you wearing a mask like Daddy Q? Do you know Daddy Q?" Adie asked Quinton curiously, trying to remove Quinton’s mask.
"Hey, Adie! Don’t touch my mask!" Quinton stopped him with a stern expression.
"Why?"
"My face was disfigured by so bad guys. I have a really big scar, so I don’t want to scare you," Quinton explained honestly.
Little Abby said sweetly, "It’s fine, Uncle Quinton. You’re our dearest uncle, so we won’t be scared. The scar isn’t a big deal. It’s just your unique mark – no one else has it!"
"Umm..." Quinton had a heart made of stone, but Abby’s words softened him. He had not felt this way in a long ti.
"Adie, Abby. Don’t be rude to Uncle Quinton. He has his reasons for wearing a mask, so don’t pester him. Besides, isn’t it cool to wear a mask?" Joanna lectured her children sternly.
Joanna knew Quinton’s face had always been a wound in his heart. It was normal for him to hide his scar, and Joanna had always respected his decision.
"It’s okay. If the kids are curious, I can take it off. We’re a family. There’s no need to be so secretive," Quinton said and took off his mask.
Quinton had a long and deep scar across his face. It was crooked and spread from the end of his left eye to the right corner of his mouth. It was as if the scar split his face in half!
Everyone was shocked but did not say much. They cared about Quinton’s self-esteem and did not want to hurt him. However, the surrounding passers-by’s responses were hurtful – they scread in fright and retreated a few tres away.
"Ah, monster!"
"That’s so scary! Did soone cut off half of his face? That’s terrible!"
The passersby’s reactions hurt Quinton’s self-esteem badly. He quickly put his mask back on and smiled bitterly. "Sorry for scaring you."
"N-No..." Joanna felt sorry for Quinton and comforted him, "I think you’re very handso. Your eyes are very much like Mom’s – gentle and determined. Your mouth is very much like Dad’s. You have beautiful lips. You’re really my brother. If we weren’t blood-related, I would’ve fallen in love with you at first sight!"
"Really?" Quinton’s eyes brightened imdiately. Quinton had always wondered what his mother looked like. He had imagined it countless tis, but it never felt real. However, when Joanna described her, her image imdiately ca to his mind and his heart softened.
"Of course. You can ask Clara too. She’s Mom and Dad’s goddaughter and often visited us. She knows Mom and Dad’s faces very well... Right, Clara?"
"Y-Yes!" Clara had been startled by Quinton’s scar earlier, but when she thought about it, Quinton actually had a handso face. His handsoness was no less than Ace and Ethan’s. In fact, he was even more perfect than Ace and Ethan.
Quinton’s eyes, which he inherited from his mother, looked like they held many stories. Joanna’s mother had been as famous as Susan back then. She had been the most beautiful person in North City!
"Quinton’s eyes are exactly the sa as Godmother’s eyes. I was stunned, I thought I saw my godmother..." Clara said with a sincere look on her face.
"That’s great." Quinton finally regained his self-esteem. Joanna and Clara’s praises had put a smile on his face, and he glowed like an elegant prince.
Ethan, on the other hand, said coldly, "Gee. Ace was ruthless back then and cut his face so badly. He’s like a monster. Who wouldn’t have a nightmare after seeing him?
Joanna and Clara were at a loss for words.
Ethan asked, "Why are you both glaring at ? Did I say sothing wrong? He knows what his face looks like. Otherwise, why would he wear a mask? He may lose himself because of your excessive praise. If he stops wearing the mask, he may scare the children. Even if he doesn’t scare the kids, what if he scares innocent passersby?"
Clara could not take it anymore and punched Ethan hard in the stomach. "Ethan, just shut up, will you?!"
"Oww! It hurts!" Ethan covered his stomach and grimaced in pain. He blurted out, "Clara! Damn! Are you trying to murder your husband?"
Imdiately, Clara froze. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she stopped talking.
Ethan took a while to calm down. After that, he said solemnly, "Don’t be angry! I’m saying it for his own good!"
Then, he turned to Quinton, who had an icy expression on his face. "Quinton, haven’t you considered getting a plastic surgeon to restore your handso face?"
"No!" Quinton gritted his teeth and replied in annoyance. Quinton was already at the limit of his patience. Ethan was just a frivolous man and another rich kid like Ace. If it were not for Joanna, he would have killed him!
"No? That doesn’t matter. Universal Entertainnt may not be familiar with all kinds of business, but we’re renowned for our plastic surgery services. Nine out of ten artists in our company have undergone
plastic surgery. I know a highly-skilled plastic surgeon called Ghost. He can surely save this face of yours!" Ethan said enthusiastically.
"Really?" Quinton frowned. Ethan’s words sparked a glimr of hope in him. Who would not want to have a normal face if they could?
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