After that, Lola quickly stepped back and said helplessly, "Mr. Lenart, you lost the bet last time and said you wanted to cut Miss Herrera's hair to make a wig for Jojo. But I didn't take it seriously. So, Miss Herrera, why did you have to embarrass him?"
Hudson gave her a doting smile, helplessly taking the scissors and handing them to her. "I accept defeat. Go ahead and cut it. I can't break my word in front of my subordinates."
My heart clenched. I stared at him in disbelief, remembering how he once gazed at me with admiration and said, "Becca, your hair is as smooth and shining as satin. Promise you'll keep it long for me, okay?"
After the kidney transplant, my health gradually declined and I began losing large amounts of hair. Back then, Hudson would boil herbal medicine every day for me to wash my hair and nourish my scalp.
Now he wanted to cut the little hair I had left for Lola's dog.
He placed the scissors in Lola's hand and casually said to me, "Becca, it's just a little hair. Jojo got sick and lost all his fur. Dogs have pride, too. He's depressed now, refusing to eat or drink. Just cut your hair and make him a wig."