"You can't eat food containing melanin, Fiona, Fiona, why can't you stop? Do you still want this face of yours?"
"Yes!"
Sophie Sullivan spoke clearly and boldly, her face full of determination.
George Stanford gave her an annoyed stare, then picked up the pen from the desk and reached out with his arm to poke her forehead, "If you want this face, listen to me! Stop making trouble, I am scared of you now."
Sophie felt guilty and didn't dare to make a sound in the face of the old man's scolding.
She watched his hand looking for medicine in the drawer eagerly and urged, "Old Mr. Stanford, please hurry up and give me the medicine."
George Stanford: "..."
She was really driving him crazy!
With a cotton swab, he carefully applied the medicine to her face. A cool sensation penetrated her skin instantly.
Sophie leaned against a cup and breathed a sigh of relief.
Across from her, the old man was still glaring at her with a stern look.
