Isla's eyes were filled with sadness.
She couldn't speak.
Nor could she shake or nod her head, her nose was still hurting.
Harry seemed to have realized something, and immediately asked, "Is your fake nose causing you too much pain?"
Isla blinked her eyes.
Harry then turned towards Ivy, who stood behind him, and said, "Madam, Isla says her implant hurts. What should we do?"
"What, telling me about the implant makes it hurt any less, or you're asking me to help her out?"
Ivy slowly walked forward.
Isla desperately shook her head.
Ivy now felt like the Devil!
A Devil!
Doing nothing but tormenting others on the spot.
This isn't something a normal person could endure.
"Let me have a look to see if the implant is truly misplaced or not, didn't I tell you before, your fake surgeries are too obvious, the technique is insufficient. And yet you didn't fix it. Is it because you're in the public eye so often that you don't have the chance for repairs?"
