It felt like Daniel was replying to Philip, but also talking to himself.
"Okay, okay, I get it. You're a man of deep feelings. No need to say more!" Philip chuckled as he gently wrapped the bandage.
While putting the medical kit away, he took a quick look at the wound on Daniel's forehead.
The scab was gone now. The scar was mostly hidden by his hair, but Philip still thought it needed some treatment to fully fade.
He suddenly remembered the bottle they brought back from overseas. It was a scar treatment called Mermaid's Tears, worth 8.8 billion dollars.
"Daniel, the scab on your forehead is gone. I'll get you the Mermaid's Tears later. If you use it every day, I swear—three days, and you'll look like nothing ever happened. You'll still be Mr. Perfect!"
"You mean Mermaid's Tears? I already gave it to Chantelle. This little scar isn't a big deal."
"What? Did you give it to Chantelle? When? I didn't hear about this!"
