Cindy watched Honey’s distinct black and white eyes, not quite believing that this child was trying to deceive her with sweet words, but there was no denying how frightening her face looked right now.
If she knew the kids were coming, she would have definitely used a band-aid to hide the scar, so when Honey rushed over, her first instinct was to run away.
She took a deep breath, blushing slightly from her niece’s complint, and turned to Ruby Sullivan, "Did you teach her?"
Ruby rolled her eyes, "I don’t have a sweet mouth like my daughter’s." She was satisfied with Honey’s behavior, knowing that her daughter genuinely ant what she said.
The two kids had seen the scar on their aunt’s face before, and knowing Cindy’s capricious attitude from before, they were both a little scared when they heard they would be eting her.
So Ruby only told the two children that their aunt was family, and she was already very sad because of the injury on her face. As family, they should encourage her to cheer her up.
But Honey managed to do so well that Ruby was truly surprised.
After listening to their conversation, Honey was a bit dissatisfied, "Auntie, I ant every word. My mom didn’t teach this."
She finished speaking and her eyes lingered on the ugly scar on Cindy’s face. Suddenly feeling sympathetic, she carefully touched the rough surface with her finger, "Auntie, does this still hurt?"
Cindy was moved by her niece’s gaze, instinctively curled her lips, her expression softened significantly. Like soone living in darkness suddenly feeling the warmth of sunlight, "It doesn’t hurt anymore."
Despite her words, Honey seriously blew two breaths on her face, "I’ll blow on it for you, Auntie. It’ll get better."
Suddenly, Cindy felt so emotional she wanted to cry, but she held back to suppress the overwhelming feelings.
Watching from the side, Ruby and Faye Truman were also touched by this atmosphere, feeling subtle waves in their hearts.
Ruby quickly joked, "Now you believe it wasn’t teaching her, right? Alright, I’m heading to the kitchen, quickly na what you want to eat before ti runs out."
Faye laughed heartily, "Your braised pork must have a na!"
"Absolutely."
"I want to eat the red lantern braised eggplant," Cindy murmured hoarsely.
"Got it." Ruby said as she walked into the kitchen.
Cindy put Honey down, and quietly Seth Sterling who was sitting on the sofa ca over to greet, "Hello, Auntie." He didn’t know how to make his aunt happy, so he softly said, "Honey always envied you, she thinks her legs are too short and worries she won’t grow tall."
After saying that, he smiled softly at his aunt, "I also think you look nice, just like ."
Cindy was both amused and exasperated, gently tapping Seth’s head with her fist, "You look like !"
Honey saw her brother cry out "Ouch" in pain, holding his head and pretending to apologize, she couldn’t help but laugh.
Cindy was infected by the kids’ laughter, and joined in. As she laughed, she caught Faye’s tender, fatherly gaze, and was suddenly taken aback.
She had forgotten how long it had been since she last laughed. Because she always had to control her expression, she thought the muscles used for smiling had atrophied. But it turned out, she could still smile.
Ruby couldn’t believe bringing the kids would have such a good effect, so she was in a great mood while cooking.
Cindy had been lost in gloom for long enough, and although Faye had helped sowhat with her emotional recovery, she couldn’t remain down forever.
If people muster the courage to move forward, good things are bound to happen. It’s ti for her to take a step.
Ruby cooked eight hot dishes, each was perfectly delightful in color, aroma, and taste.
Everyone ate until they were stuffed, and surprisingly, they finished all the dishes clean.
Seth was worried his sister would have trouble digesting, so he dragged Honey to walk around the living room.
Ruby and Faye chatted idly about school, then shifted the topic to Cindy, "Cindy, do you want to start working again?"
Previously, upon hearing this, she would imdiately get up and leave, assuming she was in a good mood and didn’t want to argue. If in a worse mood, she might start scolding, perhaps even flipping a table.
But today she wasn’t just in a good mood, it seed a bit of her lost humanity returned, so she rely coldly sneered, "Are you kidding ?"
She was a model, which designer would hire a woman with flaws on her face? What advertisents require such a model for shooting? Even in the unconventionally aesthetic fashion industry, even for finding interesting faces, no one would want to put this face on a magazine cover.
Ruby ca prepared and expected to have soup poured on her face, so hearing a re mocking retort brought her so joy.
Faye smartly got up to gather the kids, taking them to the sunroom at the end of the first floor. He had specially cleared a room and turned it into a gym, where there were plenty of entertaining equipnt for the kids to burn off so energy and where Ruby and Cindy could have space to talk.
Once the kids left, the room quieted down imdiately.
Ruby explained, "I recently started my own company, and I’ve launched my first perfu under the sa na as the brand — Nirvana. I want to reinvent myself. When thinking of a spokesperson, you were the first to co to mind, Cindy. No one suits my perfu better than you. You’ve encountered accident, faced undeserved setbacks, but you’ve wallowed in depression long enough. It’s ti to abandon the na Cindy Sterling and once again embrace the aura of Emma."
"Are you blind?" Cindy pointed to her face, "You want this face to represent your perfu, who are you trying to disgust?"
"Why does Honey think you look good? It’s just a scar, so what? Not everyone is perfect. Soone needs to stand up and show others with imperfections, that if you dare to pursue, everyone has their Nirvana day."
"Sister-in-law, when did you beco a life coach? I don’t have much education, don’t understand big truths, nor do I want to." After saying this, Cindy stood up, quickly returned to her room, and locked the door.
Despite this, Ruby chased after her, shouting at the door, "Reply to after you’ve thought it over. I’ll give you ten days. I hope you’ll agree."
She wasn’t preaching so great truths, nor was she using Cindy’s face as a gimmick for hype. She genuinely felt Cindy was most suitable as Nirvana’s spokesperson, and no one else fit better.
Ruby wasn’t certain if Cindy would agree, but she insisted on basing the advertisent creative on Cindy’s situation. However, ten days later, Cindy gave her no reply.
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