Chapter 12
We both turned our heads toward him. After he apologized to me, he quickly handed the phone to
Zachary.
“Mr. Murphy, Charlotte wants to jump off the building with the baby in her hands.”
My heart skipped a beat as I looked at the phone in his phone.
Charlotte stood on the edge of a rooftop with a one–year–old child in her arms. There were many people around her.
Bella and Amber kept persuading her from the side.
It was late autumn, and the wind on the rooftop was strong. The baby’s face turned pale from the cold, and he was crying incessantly.
Charlotte kept shouting, “I want to see Zachary. I just want to see Zachary.”
Zachary stood up and looked at me seriously, saying, “Stella, I will take care of it. Please wait for
me.”
I nodded. After all, a baby’s life was at stake.
The next day, everyone in the crew was working hard, and I had put last night’s incident out of my
mind.
I loved this job, and whenever I created the makeup that perfectly interpreted the character, I felt a strong sense of accomplishment.
I met Jacob again, and he mentioned that Zachary saved the mother and child.
But that woman went crazy and was sent to a mental hospital. The child was sent to an orphanage.
I was curious why Jacob cared about this and why he wanted to tell me.
I asked him, and he just smiled.
Why Charlotte and her son ended up in this situation had nothing to do with me.
Two days later, Zachary suddenly appeared on the set.
He brought milk tea, coffee, and small cakes for everyone in the crew.
Everyone in the crew except for Jacob looked at me with envy, constantly thanking me and joking around.
I pulled Zachary into a lounge and angrily asked, “What on earth do you want to do?”
