“It's fine if you don't want me to hold you accountable, but I need you to agree to one condition," Bexley proposed.

“What might that be?" The waitress leaned in, awaiting Bexley's request.

"Lean in closer," Bexley demanded with a fixed stare.

The waitress approached warily. When only a sliver of space separated them, Bexley whispered her plan to her, explaining in detail what she wanted the waitress to do.

After hearing the plan, the waitress stared at Bexley in dismay, visibly distressed by the part she had been asked to play.

Bexley knew that the waitress was about to object, so she pressured her, saying, "If you don't do as I say, you'll have to pay for my medical expenses. The doctor says my face could be disfigured, and if that happens, you'll be footing all the bills."

The waitress's face paled immediately. There was no way she could afford such a large amount of money. She swallowed thickly and reluctantly agreed, "Fine, I'll do it."

“Good, just work with me on this, and I won't cause you any more trouble." Bexley was confident that her plan would work and she would emerge victorious.

She had to make Lilah pay for her near disfigurement.

After leaving the hospital, she went back to the Harris family's residence.

When she entered the Living room, she saw Richard and Brenda chatting and laughing on the sofa.

At the sound of footsteps, their conversation stalled as they both turned toward the door. When they saw Bexley's face wrapped in bandages, neither of them could hide their surprise.

Richard frowned and said, “Bexley, what happened to your face?"

She was fine when he saw her in the morning, so what could have happened to cause her face to be wrapped in bandages?

“Mr. Harris, Mrs. Harris!" Bexley cried, her eyes welling with tears as she walked toward them.

“What exactly happened? How did you hurt your face?" Richard asked, perplexed and greatly concerned.

His friend's daughter got injured while she was at his place. There was no way he could explain this to his friend.

Brenda also shared her husband's concern. Face etched into a frown, she said, "You were fine this morning. Stop crying and tell us what happened."

When Bexley saw how concerned they were, she seized the opportunity to vent, “Mr. Harris, I think I got too close to Gerard, and Lilah couldn't stand it. She invited me for a meal today and then..."

She deliberately trailed off, leaving Brenda and Richard to make their own conclusions.

As expected, Richard jumped to the conclusion she wanted him to and he got visibly angry. “And then Lilah did this to your face?"

Bexley didn't answer the question directly; instead, she stoked the fire. "I know Lilah didn't mean it!"

"Hmph!" Richard's gaze narrowed, his fists clenched tightly.

Bexley's lips curled in triumph when she saw how livid the old man was on her behalf. Her plan was already halfway successful.