Deanna listened and still shook her head protectively, "No need, I think it's fine this way."
Hearing this and seeing her obviously troubled expression, Lance finally realized something was amiss.
"I don't think it's fine, it's not good for the healing of your wound. Listen to me, take off the bandage, I won't mind."
Lance coaxed Deanna.
His voice was deep and pleasant, filled with an indulging gentleness.
Deanna was instantly mesmerized, and Lance seized the opportunity to gently peel off the bandage.
The next second, a scar about three centimeters long was visible on Deanna's fair face, quite conspicuous.
However, to say it was unsightly would not be entirely accurate.
Although the scar crossed her face, it seemed to have been well cared for and was healing nicely, with neat scabbing that, overall, added a unique charm.
But Deanna didn't realize this.
She snapped back to reality and saw Lance staring at her. She quickly covered her injured face, "Don't look, it's ugly..."
"I told you, I don't mind, and it's not ugly."
Lance patiently and gently pulled away Deanna's hands and tenderly kissed the wound.
Perhaps it was his attitude that made Deanna feel less resistant and uneasy, "Really? It's not ugly?"
"Really. If you don't believe me, ask Xavier."
Lance said, looking towards Xavier sitting in the front passenger seat.
The warning in his gaze was something only Xavier could understand.
Xavier shivered slightly and immediately agreed, "It's really not ugly. Missus can look in the mirror if she doesn't believe it."
After saying this, he somehow produced a small mirror and respectfully handed it to Deanna.
Deanna paused in surprise as she received the mirror.
She hadn't expected Xavier, a grown man, to carry a mirror with him.
Though it felt odd, she still took the mirror to check.
Upon looking, she finally believed Lance's words; the scar on her face wasn't ugly at all, which relieved her.
Later that day, they returned to the manor.
The little ones and Old Ashley came out from the living room to greet them.
"Daddy, Mommy, you're back."
"We're back."
Deanna smiled warmly and bent down to embrace the little ones rushing towards her.
Old Ashley stood by with a loving smile on her face.
However, concern flashed in her eyes when she saw the scar on Deanna's face.
The little ones also noticed the scar on mommy's face and felt so sorry they wanted to touch it but were afraid of hurting her.
"Mommy, Chloe will blow on it so it won't hurt."
Chloe said, blowing gently on Deanna's wound.
Deanna felt the warmth on her face and felt comforted deep inside.
Gregory also wanted to help but before he could act, Lance intervened.
Lance helped Deanna stand straight and advised, "The doctor said you still have a slight concussion. Bending over isn't good for blood flow to your brain. Sit on the sofa and then talk with the kids."
Realizing they had been standing at the entrance for too long, they quickly moved to the living room and sat down.
Old Ashley looked at the scar on Deanna's face and spoke worriedly, "I don't know if that scar will remain; it would be bad if it does."
"Grandma, don't worry. The doctor said that with proper medication it won't leave a mark. Moreover, Old Hughes has prepared a royal medicine from ancient times for me."
Deanna reassured Old Ashley.
Lance also added, "I've also had someone bring scar removal medication from abroad. It's said to be very effective and will definitely not leave a scar."
"That's good then. Make sure to apply the medication daily; a girl's face is very important."
Old Ashley sighed in relief and earnestly instructed Deanna.
"I know." Deanna enjoyed her grandmother's concern and smiled as she playfully clung to her arm.
Thus began Deanna's days of recuperation at home.
Lance, worried about her, decided to work from home as well.
A week passed quickly and Deanna's wounds began to scab over.
Lance then took her to the hospital for a follow-up.
After a brief examination, the doctor smiled, "The wound is healing very well; there's no scarring."
"Will this red mark go away?"
Deanna pointed to the pink mark left after the scab fell off her wound and asked worriedly.
The doctor looked where she pointed and explained, "That's fine; it's new flesh growing. If you're worried, you can continue applying medication. It will fade after some time."
Hearing this, Deanna finally relaxed completely.
"Thank you, doctor."
"You're welcome."
After exchanging a few polite words, Deanna left the office with Lance.
Outside, Lance held her hand tenderly and smiled, "Not worried anymore?"
"What would I be worried about?"
Deanna turned her head away, unwilling to admit her previous anxiety.
Seeing this, Lance sighed helplessly but indulgently chose not to force her to admit it.
Soon after, they returned to the manor.
As they entered the foyer, they heard laughter coming from the living room.