No one could blame Oakley for wanting the cream. The results spoke for
themselves, plain as day.
"You want some? Please. I want it too, but there's just none left, you know?" Karla shot Oakley a look. “Dr. Hale, the one who used to make this scar cream, he passed away. Claire knows how to make it, but who knows if hers is as good as his?"
"Would you even dare to try it?" Oakley teased.
"And it's not cheap, you know. I had it tested at a lab, and they said it's made with top-shelf ingredients."
Good medicine and a great formula? No way it would come cheap.
Oakley grinned. “Karla, do I look like someone who'd shortchange Claire?"
"She saved my life. I'd pay anything for her scar cream."
Oakley was a little worried, sure, that Claire's version might not measure up to Dr. Hale's original, but Hale was gone. As far as he could tell, Claire had the only remaining formula.
He wasn't picky. Even if Claire's cream worked seventy percent as well as Dr. Hale's, he'd still buy it in a heartbeat.
Honestly, the only reason this stuff wasn't impossible to find was because no one was mass-producing it. Oakley had used it himself; he was probably the only one who really knew just how well it worked.
“Don't just accept it out of gratitude because she saved your life, okay?"
"I already checked for you the price for a tiny jar is nine ninety-nine."
One jar was just ten milliliters, about the same as a little eye cream.
But the one Claire gave Oakley was fifteen milliliters. She'd just reused an empty Pandora eye cream jar to hold it for now. That was all she had left, anyway.
"That cheap?" Oakley raised his brows. For him, even if she'd said ten thousand a bottle, he wouldn't have flinched.
Only nine hundred and ninety-nine dollars-it really felt like a steal.
"It's only that cheap for you. Consider it a friends-and-family deal. Nobody else can even get their hands on it."
"No need to give me any special price. Give me Claire's contact and I'll wire her the money directly."
"Alright." Karla sent Claire's contact info over to Oakley.
Without another word, Oakley transferred twenty thousand to Claire through the app.
Claire
Math about to leave for the
and hadn't even
noticed Oakley's request, so the sudden transfer totally confused her.
She sent back a question mark.
Oakley replied almost immediately. "Claire, this is for the scar cream."
"That's way too much." Claire messaged back.
She remembered telling Karla the real price. Oakley giving her that much money? He had to be extra
grateful to
or maybe he just
wanted to thank Claire for saving his life
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"No, it's right. Ten thousand is for the cream, the other ten is a deposit."
Deposit? Claire blinked at her phone.
"If you ever make more of the scar cream, can you save one jar for me?" Oakley was hooked.
Claire hesitated. “But I've got college entrance exams coming up. I'm really busy. Not sure when I'll have time to make it."
"And aren't you worried my version might not be the same as my teacher's?"
"It's fine. I trust you learned from the best." Oakley's reply came in seconds.
Whether or not it was exactly the same didn't matter to him. Twenty thousand was nothing to a guy like Oakley.
“Okay.” Claire finally accepted the money. If she got the chance, she'd make more. If not, she'd just refund Oakley down the line.
She sent him one final text. “You've got good taste.”
Oakley kept it cool and told Karla everything was settled.
Later, Felipa joined Dr. Pope again for rounds. When she looked at Oakley she almost didn't recognize him-the scar on his face had faded so much, and the marks on, hands were barely visible anymore.