“Cut! This take is good," the director declared, a tone of finality in his voice.

The assistant hastened to assist Valeria.

Rising gracefully, Rosalynn prepared to greet her.

"Hi, Valeria."

“Ah, Rosalynn, you're here.”

With her hand covering her red and swollen face, Valeria strode toward the relaxation area and offered Rosalynn a smile.

"Valeria, are you okay? Your face is swollen. How can you continue acting like this?" The assistant expressed concern.

“It's fine. I can ask the makeup artist to cover it up for me," Valeria replied, sitting down and wincing in pain.

“Eleanor has gone too far. How could she do that?"

The assistant fumed, placing an ice bag on Valeria's face.

“With a wealthy man backing her, I can either endure it or quit,"

Valeria said, no stranger to those who wielded power to bully others, remaining composed.

Observing her red and swollen face, Rosalynn pulled an ointment from her bag.

“Use this."

The assistant took the ointment, eyeing it skeptically.

“What is this? It's not even a branded product. What if it damages Valeria's face?"

Rosalynn raised her eyebrows, looking at Valeria.

"True, it's not a brand. Do you want to use it?"

"Yes!" Valeria didn't hesitate, passing the ointment back to Rosalynn.

"I trust that you'll only help me, not hurt me."

Rosalynn smiled.

She had made the ointment herself, having often experienced swollen eyes upon waking.