My Mother-in-law is A Plastic Surgery Freak1

My mother-in-law Melissa Baker was a plastic surgery freak.

She did double eyelid surgery, a nose job, facial contouring, etc.

To get more money for plastic surgery, she cheated several old men in the neighborhood out of their retirement pensions.

I advised her countless times that excessive plastic surgery would backfire, only leaving her horribly disfigured.

However, Melissa went crazy and tried to cut my face with a knife, saying that I was jealous of her beauty.

Unfortunately, Melissa became a monster that everyone despised due to excessive and poor-quality hyaluronic acid injections.

Melissa blamed me for not giving her money to get high-quality hyaluronic acid and cut my throat with a kitchen knife.

When I woke up again, I returned to the day when Melissa was going to a small clinic to get hyaluronic acid injections.

This time, I didn't stop her. "Melissa, don't worry about money. You'll be the most beautiful woman in the world!"

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"Give me 5,000 dollars. I'm going to the clinic today!"

Melissa held out a hand to her son and said in a rough aggressive voice.

I woke up suddenly and saw my husband Evan Miller and Melissa locked in a stalemate.

The smell of blood in my throat disappeared, but the pain of being slashed in the neck lingered.

I panicked and touched my neck, but there was no wound and no blood oozing out.

I was reborn.

Evan didn't even look at her and replied flatly, "No way."

Evan disobeyed Melissa, who became angry and pushed me hard. "Stupid bitch, what are you staring at?"

I instantly became sober, staring straight at Melissa's rigid face.

Melissa glared at me and roared through her gritted teeth, "What are you looking at? You took all my son's money. Give me some since you're my daughter-in-law."

Melissa's high nose bridge and double eyelids, which seemed to have been cut with a kitchen knife, looked particularly distorted when she spoke in fury.

Her face was sagging. Obviously, she hadn't yet had any hyaluronic acid injections.

If I remembered correctly, I returned to the day when Melissa finished her jaw contouring surgery and was ready to get a hyaluronic acid injection.

I smiled and took out my phone to transfer money to her. "No problem, Evan earns money to support you."