The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon! novel Chapter 491

Chapter 491: Chapter 491: My Real Name Is Zhou Yaya

Even at the previous costume party, Ava Zimmerman never once voluntarily removed the mask from her face.

So, this was the first time Scarlett Jennings saw her face.

Contrary to her expectations, Ava Zimmerman hadn’t completely merged her features with Azura Loomis’s; she had only merged the skin of her cheeks at most.

It was obvious that the process had just begun, so it didn’t look very distinct yet.

Even now, Ava Zimmerman’s face was still marked with various scar tissue.

They were mottled, spread across most of her face.

The sight was truly of nightmare-inducing caliber.

Scarlett Jennings didn’t show much shock in her eyes.

But if she had to say, the circle of scar tissue around Ava Zimmerman’s mouth concerned her more than the scars etched into her face.

Ava’s lips were somewhat small, clearly her own, yet a circle of minute scar tissue lingered around them, like...

Scarlett Jennings thought of a possibility but couldn’t help voicing her question,

"What’s the deal with the circle around your mouth?"

Ava Zimmerman originally removed her mask to see if Scarlett Jennings would have a special reaction; she didn’t expect Scarlett to ask about the scar on her lips instead of being shocked at her facial scars.

Her eyes trembled slightly, but it was momentary, quickly reined in.

Covered in scars, her face slowly twisted into a sinister smile as she pointed to the edge of her lips and countered,

"Wouldn’t you guess what kind of scar this is? What kind of wound leaves such a mark?"

"Of course, that kind, stitched repeatedly with needles, leaves such scars."

Scarlett Jennings’s almond eyes darkened slightly but did not interrupt; she just quietly waited for Ava to speak.

Ava Zimmerman clearly had no intention of hiding. Her gaze was fixed unwaveringly on Scarlett Jennings as she spoke slowly again,

"You know, my real name isn’t Ava Zimmerman."

"My original name was Ya Ya... as in mute."

"My parents hoped I would be mute; since I was aware, that was my name."

"You might have guessed my ability, in your Mystical Sect, they seem to call it Power of Word Spirit? But where I come from, it’s called a jinx, only the bad works, not the good."

"But the words I spoke always came true; when my parents first learned of my ability, they tested it by making me say things they hoped would materialize — like becoming millionaires or having their illnesses vanish..."

"But I was too young then, utterly incapable of fulfilling their outrageous demands, so I merely made them millionaires and restored my mother’s postpartum damage..."

Though it fell short of their expectations, my parents were still happy, even calling me their treasure more than once.

But as their desires grew, which I simply couldn’t fulfill, they began to scold me.

Later, they figured out a pattern — by not using the power continually, the effect of the Word Spirit becomes stronger over time.

So they began forbidding me to speak.

Every time I spoke, I’d face harsh reprimands.

Eventually, Dad and Mom would even prick my mouth with needles to make me understand I shouldn’t speak carelessly.

Such was my circumstance until Mom’s second pregnancy.

Dad pointed at her belly, asking me to say the child inside would be a boy.

I didn’t understand why they wanted a boy.

But I complied.

I thought as long as it made them happy, they’d treat me well too.

Sure enough, Mom gave birth to a boy.

It ended up making life harder for me, despite my having a brother.

Only when they needed money or had a wish they wanted granted would they treat me with a little tenderness.

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