"Ah—let go... let go..." Vivian Walters screamed frantically.
Pain no longer mattered to her; what truly terrified her were the shocked and curious eyes of the people around her.
She could feel something detaching from her chin.
The sensation of that foreign object under her skin was like every time she lay on the operating table, feeling the scalpel slice through her skin.
Even with anesthesia, she could distinctly feel the cold object stretching her skin, the foreign object moving and folding beneath it.
Vivian Walters's body began to shake violently as numerous fears crawled into her mind.
She could feel the intense pain in her jaw and see people around her pointing, but she had no idea what her face looked like now.
Until now—
"Mommy, look... that lady's chin is falling off!"
The frightened voice of the little girl rang out from the crowd.
"My, my chin..."
Vivian heard the child's cry, and tried to touch her chin, but two bodyguards behind her held her arms firmly.
