The mother knew something was wrong the day her baby was born. The child came into the world with a face—complete with a mouth, nose, and eyes. No one had ever been born with a face before, due to the curse.

Despite her worry, the mother continued to hold her baby, glancing anxiously at her husband through her mask. "Maybe the mask will appear any minute," she said with a nervous voice.

But the man was distressed, looking at his daughter with disgust. "It's been nine hours now, Kate!" he shouted, his voice startling the baby.

The woman quickly comforted the infant. "This is our daughter. We can't just be upset because she's different, Michael! Why are you so angry?" she demanded, her voice filled with rage.

Michael looked at his wife, then at the baby girl. "We could be killed because of her," he said, standing up and moving toward his wife. "Are you really going to risk our family after everything we've been through?" He kept his eyes on Kate, feeling too disgusted to look at his daughter.

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"We already have a son and a daughter. We don't need more. We have enough bills, and we're low on money," he continued, pointing at the baby. "She will get us killed. The king will chop all our heads off. We don't need her!" He slammed his hand on the desk.

Kate began to cry through her mask, not wanting to lose her baby. "I don't want to get rid of her. I'm willing to take the risk."

Michael's fury tightened. "If you want her so badly, then you can get the hell out of my house," he said, his voice laced with anger and disgust.

He made his way to the door. "You decide, Kate. Stay here, and I'll have my brother end the baby. Or you can pack your things and say goodbye to the kids." He walked out, leaving a heavy thud as the door closed behind him.

Kate held the baby close to her chest, tears streaming down her face. She was preparing to say goodbye to her daughter.