CHAPTER 103: CHAPTER 103: TAKING RESPONSIBILITY

Ruby Sullivan listened to Faye Truman’s sarcastic tone, worried he might vent his grievances about Ethan Sterling on Cindy and wanted to get into the car to follow, but Faye Truman stopped her.

"Aren’t you going to the hospital with Honey? Don’t worry, I won’t sell her."

Ruby knew he was intentionally provoking Cindy Sterling, she pouted and pinched his arm, "I’m not reassured!"

Faye Truman pursed his lips, looking helpless.

Cindy had heard about Honey being hospitalized and didn’t want to cause Ruby more trouble, so she advised, "Don’t worry, besides, you’re not a doctor, you won’t be much help by following."

"Exactly, go home. It’s sweltering hot, I’ll call you when there’s news." Having finished speaking, Faye Truman closed the car door.

He told the driver where to go and couldn’t help but turn around to look at Ruby Sullivan, only turning his tilted head back once the car had driven far away, and glanced at Cindy Sterling, "Why aren’t you taking it off?"

Cindy pursed her lips, feeling a bit embarrassed, "My face is a bit scary right now."

"No worries, I won’t look." Saying that, he leaned back and closed his eyes.

Cindy sighed, took off the facekinis, a layer of sweat had been trapped on her face, and now, with a bit of cool air blowing, it felt much more comfortable. A strong smell of body odor emerged, seemingly due to the decay on her face.

She bit her lower lip, turning her head to look outside.

Her face meant everything to her, but her natural allergic constitution often forced her to face such allergies at work...

The agent felt uneasy, turning around to look at Faye Truman, suspiciously asking, "Why are you taking us to the school?"

"I have a friend who’s a university professor, specializing in Chinese medicine, should be able to treat her face."

The agent wasn’t assured, she had already taken Cindy to several hospitals, and now she was supposed to hand her over to a professor? It seemed even less reliable. "Won’t Emma’s face deteriorate? Her schedule is extremely tight, she definitely doesn’t have time to recuperate."

Faye Truman, with his eyes closed to rest, frowned and replied irritably, "If it can’t be cured, I’ll be responsible."

The agent snorted coldly, reluctant to offend Wenny, swallowing her words. She internally disdained, wondering what a mere cosmetic doctor could do to take responsibility? Unaware of Emma and Ethan Sterling’s relationship, her mind preoccupied with concerns over the client’s discontent.

Faye Truman felt a vibration from his phone, took it out to see that it was a message from Cindy: Really responsible?

He raised his eyebrow and replied: Of course, I’m a man of my word.

Cindy smiled at the words on the screen and asked again: How to take responsibility?

Faye Truman also laughed, "How about offer myself as a sacrifice?"

Cindy Sterling pouted, "What about Wenny then?"

Faye Truman pretended not to see, put away his phone, and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

Cindy Sterling pouted, looked at him for a while, then turned away in irritation, whispering, "Thanks." She figured Faye Truman didn’t hear, and didn’t care whether he did.

After Cindy got out of the car, she put on a mask. Though some stared, she wasn’t recognized, following Faye Truman all the way to the professor’s office.

Hannah Ford, the same age as Faye Truman, with short hair over her ears, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, spoke with others with a clear and cold demeanor, possibly due to being in school for so long, everyone seemed to be viewed as students.

Faye Truman, however, appeared cheeky, greeting with open arms for a hug, but got a palm pressed against his chest, "I’m afraid of getting heat rash, where’s the patient?"

Hannah looked at him, didn’t laugh, but her expression didn’t seem angry either.

It’s the demeanor only friends who’ve known each other for a long time have, knowing each other too well, making responses free of embellishment.

Faye Truman lowered his arms, still making fun of her, "Keep this up, you’ll turn into The Iron Abbess."

Hannah glared at him, "I’ll vanquish you once I achieve my ultimate goal." After some banter, she asked Cindy to take off her mask, gave her a brief examination, asked some questions, and had her stick out her tongue.

"It’s related to different climates. I’ll prescribe some internal and external medications, come back in three days."

Cindy watched her calm expression, feeling her messed up face wasn’t considered serious and couldn’t help but ask, "How many days until healed?"

"Well, as long as you take the medicine on time, avoid certain foods, and don’t scratch, you should see results in three days and heal in a week, normally."

"A week..." The agent looked at the schedule on her phone, "So no makeup for this entire week?"

"You can." Hannah nodded, and before the agent could finish smiling, she added, "If you want to put on makeup, go ahead. But don’t come back after leaving today, I can’t cure it."

The agent’s face froze.

Faye Truman chuckled, "Alright, we won’t disturb Professor Ford’s lunchtime. We’re off."

Hannah threw a tin box from a cabinet at him, "White tea from my hometown."

"Thanks." Faye Truman smiled at her, waved.

Back in the business car, the agent felt dead inside, "Emma, a week off will definitely delay The Sterling Group’s ad. If they blame us, we’re in trouble."

Cindy Sterling, who had become famous young but had a particularly good temper, rarely threw tantrums over work matters, found herself quite annoyed this time. Unable to hold back, she retorted, "Then what can be done? Ruin my face?"

"I didn’t mean that..." The agent pushed her black-rimmed glasses, dared not say more, but felt secretly resentful, thinking she was playing diva, not as humble and polite as domestic artists.

Cindy Sterling specifically partnered with a local agency for The Sterling Group’s endorsement, and this agent was temporarily assigned to her. Although both were for work, the agent’s immediate thoughts upon hearing she was ill were all about economic losses, leaving her cold inside.

When Faye Truman got back into the car, the agent cautiously asked, "Originally there was an interview, I’ve already canceled it. Emma, should we drop you off at the hotel first or take the gentleman to the hospital first?"

"I don’t need to go to the hospital anymore, just drop me off at the lifestyle plaza on South Central Avenue." Faye took up the conversation.

"Then let’s head there first." Cindy Sterling, holding in her anger, gazed outside, muttering gloomily.

Once they arrived, Cindy Sterling got out ahead of Faye Truman.

The agent panicked, hurriedly chasing after, "Emma, where are you going?"

"Anyway, I can’t work this week, so let’s meet next week. If there’s any job coordination issues needing breach of contract compensation, I’ll accept. Directly contact my Gallia agent Nina for it."

She finished, exhaling long, masked up, turned to look at the spacious plaza, feeling much brighter. Spotting Faye Truman’s puzzled face, she smiled and made a fist salute, "Mr. Truman, looks like I’ll be bothering you for a few days."

Faye Truman widened his eyes, "What’s the situation?"