These comments made him insecure and drove him to get his plastic surgery done.

When Ariana saw how sad Calvin looked, she decided not to question him any further. She handed him the contract and encouraged him to sit down. Her tone became more comforting as she said, “Don't worry.

I'm the one who nurtured you. I will not allow myself to give up on any of you."

While Ariana appeared comforting on the outside, she was cringing inwardly at Calvin's new appearance. She had to bite her tongue to keep herself from blurting her blunt thoughts.

Where on earth had he gotten his plastic surgery done? Which shady establishment had disfigured him? The thick bands of skin separating his double eyelids looked appalling, and his chin was as pointy as a shark's fin. It was absurd.

Calvin signed the contract with a guilty expression. A heavy silence filled the room before he finally said hoarsely, "I'm sorry, Ariana. I've ruined my face."

Since the surgery, he had been tortured by insomnia. He had been tormented by the fear of letting everyone down and being ridiculed by the group. He had also been afraid that Ariana might reject him for the sake of the team.

Ariana patted Calvin reassuringly on his shoulder and comforted him, "It'll be alright. It can be reversed. I'll help find you the best plastic surgeon to return your face to the way it was. It's not the end of the world."

She then asked her friends in a group chat if they knew of a plastic surgery clinic that was confidential and trustworthy.

"What?" Betsy instantly replied in concern. She then flooded the group chat with words of protest. "Ariana, you can't get plastic surgery. Please don't ruin your natural beauty. I'd cry my eyes out if I saw your features change. I'm the number one fan of your beauty!"

Ariana smiled resignedly as she typed an explanation to Betsy. She mentioned that Calvin needed a plastic surgeon who was skillful enough to restore his former appearance.

After reading Ariana's explanation, Betsy finally calmed down and replied, "You scared me. I thought you'd lost your mind. I don't know much about plastic surgeons, but I'll ask around."

After a short pause, Sarah suggested, “How about New Look Aesthetic Hospital?"

Following Sarah's lead, she not only disclosed the hospital's name but also shared a snapshot of its main entrance. As Ariana looked at the photo, a flicker of familiarity danced in her mind, reminiscent of a memory just out of reach. She swiftly jotted down the hospital's name and address.

“Word around town is there's a top-notch doctor there with a knack for miracles. Let me send you his contact information." Sarah sent the message in the group chat before switching to a private conversation with Ariana to swiftly send her the doctor's contact information.

“Many patients have had surgeries done by this specialist; there even have been good outcomes of full face makeovers. Give it a shot,"

Sarah urged.

However, she then added a peculiar remark. "But here's the kicker: the doctor operates solely when the mood strikes. I guess that's the quirk of a genius. Try your luck, and if it falls flat, I'll dig up alternatives."

"Got it. I'll give it a shot," Ariana replied, saving the doctor's contact information.

To her surprise, the doctor swiftly accepted her friend request.