My Mother-in-law is A Plastic Surgery Freak

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!"

***

"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."

Seeing that I was about to transfer money, Evan held my hand and reminded me softly, "Didn't you say you didn't want Mom to have extreme cosmetic procedures?"

I did tell Evan before that I didn't want Melissa to have extreme cosmetic procedures, which would affect her health.

But after my persuasion, I ended up having my throat cut.

I shrugged and said helplessly, "We should respect her choice. Melissa, am I right?"

Melissa was glad to hear that and grinned, revealing a line of black teeth.

She took the money while saying something sarcastic to me, "I think you need plastic surgery too. What if Evan finds another girl? You can only whine."

Evan, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't stand it anymore, jumped up, and warned Melissa sternly.

Melissa stood with her hands on her hips, glanced disdainfully at Evan, and forcefully pushed him away.

Then Melissa pinched my face, with complete disdain on her face. "Look at your skin. It's not as good as mine. You're really ugly."

In Melissa's eyes, no one was as good-looking as her, and she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

I gently slapped away Melissa's hand and forced a smile. "Melissa, you don't need to worry about this."

I hid behind Evan, still haunted by the fear of Melissa slitting my throat in the previous life. I didn't dare to approach her.

Melissa grinned and approached closer. "Anyway, I've already got 5,000 dollars. Why don't you give me another 5,000 dollars so that I can get an injection?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Which clinic are you planning to go to?"

Hearing my question, Melissa proudly raised her chin and showed us a photo of the clinic.

"The doctor who performed my double eyelid surgery recommended it to me. They'll give me 40% off!"

Evan and I leaned forward, looking at the modest clinic in the photo.

Evan frowned and said, "It's small and unregulated, isn't it? Can't you find a bigger one?"

Before Evan finished speaking, I covered his mouth and said, "What are you talking about? Melissa has good connections and they're reliable people. Don't talk nonsense if you know nothing."

Hearing the praise, Melissa grinned broadly, revealing her front teeth, and said, "You got me, Rebecca."

I grabbed Evan's arm, signaling him not to defy Melissa anymore.

Melissa looked arrogant as she shimmied out the door. Lips pursed, I looked away from her.

Evan sighed helplessly and said, "She has become more and more unreasonable since my dad passed away."

I took a sip of water and said, "She's not your biological mom. Why do you care?"