Translator: Larbre Studio  Editor: Larbre Studio

“What ointment is this? It doesn't even have a label or anything.”

 f.a.n.n.y clearly did not trust the ointment that Kyla had brought.

 She was not really suspicious of Kyla, but rather worried that Kyla had been deceived.

 f.a.n.n.y was Kyla's cousin, and her family and childhood environment were extremely good.

 Naturally, she had high requirements for things.

 For example, she would never use medication with an unknown origin.

 “Trust me for once, alright?”

 “Just put it here. I'll use it later.”

 “No, you definitely won't.”

 Unable to dissuade Kyla, f.a.n.n.y eventually allowed Kyla to apply the ointment for her.

 As Kyla applied the ointment, f.a.n.n.y felt a wave of coolness on her wounds.

 “Sigh…” f.a.n.n.y felt much better.

 Kyla very carefully applied the ointment on every corner of f.a.n.n.y's hand.

 “Done. Remember to apply it once every hour.”

 “Yeah. I need to rest,” f.a.n.n.y said perfunctorily.

 “Call me if you need anything.”

 “I know, I know.”

 Just after Kyla left, f.a.n.n.y heard someone knock on the door again.

 f.a.n.n.y rubbed her forehead. Had Kyla forgotten something?

 However, when she opened the door, she realized that it was not Kyla.

 “Mom, why are you here?”

 It was f.a.n.n.y's mother instead.

 She even had four bodyguards behind her.

 “Why am I here? Why can't I be here?” f.a.n.n.y's mother was clearly displeased. “If I came any later, you would have died outside.”

 “Mom, I'm fine…”

 “Look at your hand. Is this called fine?”

 “I…”

 “Come home with me, alright?” f.a.n.n.y's mother still had a long face, but her tone had softened. After all, it was her daughter and only child.

 “No, I'm not going back,” f.a.n.n.y said stubbornly.

 “What's the point of staying in LA now?” f.a.n.n.y's mother urged. “After you recover, you can continue being an artist, but now you have to come with me.”

 “But I'm still on a contract.”

 “Don't worry about that. I'll help you settle it,” f.a.n.n.y's mother said.

 “Must I leave?”

 “Yes.” f.a.n.n.y's mother waved her hand. “Help f.a.n.n.y to pack her stuff.”

 “Ms. f.a.n.n.y, do you want this?”

 “Yes.”

 “How about this?”

 “Yes.”

 “This?”

 A bodyguard picked up the ointment that Kyla had brought.

 After some hesitation, f.a.n.n.y shook her head. “Nope.”

 The bodyguard threw the ointment into the bin.

 　　…

 On the private plane, f.a.n.n.y's hand began to hurt again.

 “f.a.n.n.y, what's wrong?” f.a.n.n.y's mother looked at her daughter with concern.

 She noticed f.a.n.n.y's unnatural expression.

 The pain which had disappeared for over an hour had returned.

 f.a.n.n.y realized that her hand seemed to be scabbing.

 “I need to go to the restroom.”

 f.a.n.n.y went to the restroom and washed off the scab on her hand.

 However, after touching the water, the pain intensified.

 Actually, when she was discharged, the doctor had warned her against touching water, lest her wound become infected.

 f.a.n.n.y left the restroom, covering the hand which had been burned by acid.

 “f.a.n.n.y, is it starting to hurt again?”

 f.a.n.n.y looked like she was in extreme pain as she nodded. “Get me the painkiller.”

 f.a.n.n.y's mother hurriedly opened her suitcase and found the painkiller.

 After f.a.n.n.y took a few pills, her mother asked, “How is it?”

 f.a.n.n.y originally thought that the painkiller would take a while to come into effect.

 However, after a while, the pain still did not subside and continued to trigger her nerves.

 Cold sweat was seeping out from f.a.n.n.y's forehead.

 Suddenly, f.a.n.n.y thought of the ointment that Kyla had given her.

 “Where's the ointment?”

 “What ointment?”

 f.a.n.n.y remembered that one of the bodyguards had thrown the ointment in the bin.

 “Mom, I need to go back!”

 “What? The plane is about to take off.”

 “I left the ointment in my apartment.”

 “What ointment? I'll buy you another one when we get home.”

 “No, I need that one! The one I had earlier!”

 The pain had almost driven her insane.

 She regretted being so rash.

 Whether the ointment was effective or not, it was at least an excellent painkiller.

 f.a.n.n.y insisted on returning and getting the ointment. Her mother had no choice but to postpone the flight.

 After returning to the apartment in a rush, f.a.n.n.y began to search the bin frantically.

 “Where's the ointment?!”

 “Miss, I threw the trash in the bin downstairs just now,” the bodyguard said with an awkward face.

 “f.a.n.n.y, what ointment is it? Let's buy another one.”

 “Kyla gave it to me. After I applied it, the pain was gone!”

 “Kyla? I'll call her and ask her about it.”

 “No…” f.a.n.n.y looked really troubled.

 If Kyla found out that f.a.n.n.y had thrown away the ointment that she had specially delivered, she would certainly be mad.

 “I'll search in the bin downstairs.”

 “Ms. f.a.n.n.y… I think a garbage truck came right after we left…” the bodyguard said.

 f.a.n.n.y was stunned. When f.a.n.n.y's mother saw her expression, she took her phone.

 “Hey, Kyla, its Dolin.”

 “Hi, Aunt Dolin.”

 “Did you give f.a.n.n.y some kind of ointment? I accidentally broke it just now. Do you still have more? f.a.n.n.y really needs it now.”

 “Huh? I don't have any left.”

 “Can you tell me what brand it is? I'll go and get one myself.”

 “It's not a standard ointment. One of my doctor friends made it himself.”

 “Can you please give me his contact? I'll call him.”

 “Err… Aunt Dolin, are you in LA now?”

 “Yes, I'm at f.a.n.n.y's apartment.”

 “My friend is rather special, so I can't give you his number directly. How about I ask him for you?”

 “Sure.” Dolin was not unreasonable. She knew that some people had special circ.u.mstances.

 　　…

 “h.e.l.lo, Mr. Chen?”

 “Yes. Ms. Kyla? How can I help you?”

 “I would like to ask if you're selling that ointment.”

 “Have you used all of it?”

 “Yes. I would like to buy one more.”

 “Two hundred thousand for a jar. Do you want it?”

 Gaia almost drove the car into a tree.

 Chen Zhao glanced at Gaia and moved his lips silently. Drive properly!

 Kyla gasped. Two hundred thousand!

 It seemed like buying Marian's one with a hundred thousand dollars was really worth it.

 “That's expensive.”

 “Given that you've used it, I think you know how good the ointment is.”

 Indeed, it was the best ointment she had ever seen.