�Oh, okay. I�ll take it then. Thank you, Quinton.� Renee was greatly moved, and tears filled her eyes.

�I�m sorry, Quinton. You�re so nice to me, but I ignored you and angered you for the past few days� I�m so bad!�

�No, I was the bad guy here! I�m a man and your brother, but I acted like a child and argued with you. I was wrong. Whoever you favor is your choice- I shouldn�t have forced my opinions on you and scolded you,� Quinton admitted.

Haze was moved by their sincerity, but couldn�t help but they cheekily, �Both of you made a mistake, so you should just slap each other once and move on.�

Both Renee and Quinton turned to glare at him at the same time. �I think it would be better to slap you instead.�

�Err� forget what I said.�

Haze immediately kept his mouth shut and stared at the chessboard intently.

Both Renee and Quinton had a heart-to-heart talk with each other for a long time. After that, Renee recalled why she went to him in the first place. She asked tentatively,

"Quinton, is it uncomfortable for you to wear this mask for a long time?�

�It�s fine. I found it heavy in the past, but now I�ve gotten used to wearing it.�

�I saw your photo before your face was ruined on the Internet, and you�re so handsome! Your eyes resemble Mom�s and your features look just like Dad�s. Your aura is like Grandpa. You�re indeed my brother� You�re so perfect!�

�Of course. I�m not bragging, but if my face hadn�t been ruined, I could�ve made a great living in Beach City. I established my business by relying on my charms back then. � Quinton was very confident in his charisma. In the past, he could kill anyone and do anything he wanted without any obstacles because of his charm.

It was also the reason why he hated Stefan so much. He wanted nothing but to hack Stefan into pieces every time he took off his mask and saw his ugly face.

If Renee was not stuck in between them, he would have risked everything to fight Stefan and get his revenge.

�Umm� Actually, I can help you regain your past look� Well, maybe not a hundred percent. But at least, we can get back ninety percent of it. What do you think?� Renee asked carefully.

Unexpectedly, the amiable Quinton immediately turned hostile, and he growled,

�You want me to have plastic surgery, don�t you?�

�Err� It�s not plastic surgery, it�s just recovery� It�s because you had a perfect face that became slightly less perfect because of an accident. We�re just trying to minimize imperfections. Isn�t that reasonable?�

�I don�t want to!� Quinton firmly refused. �I have avenged myself.�

Renee swallowed, her body tense. She had thought of the possibility of his refusal and stubbornness before she went there, but she didn�t expect it to be this bad.

�Why not? You can lead a better life. Why would you refuse?� Renee couldn�t understand.

�The scar is a reminder of my pain and suffering. If it�s healed, I might let my guard down. I need this scar to always remind me of the humiliation I suffered,� Quinton said seriously.

�But I think you shouldn�t let a scar affect you if it can be healed. Maybe that humiliation isn�t as serious as you think. You just bury yourself in it and refuse to come out. You�re the one who�s suffering,� Renee said gently, trying to persuade him.

�You�re not me. You don�t know what humiliation is to a man!"

�I don�t care. You must sign up for this recovery surgery. If not� I�ll keep ignoring you!� When that didn�t work, Renee had no choice but to provoke him using extreme means. �I don�t want to have a monster like my job by brother� Even if you�re not doing it for me, you should do it for Adie and Abby�s sake!� JrNovels.com