As they were all about to head next door, Erwin Jackson, who hadn't finished adjusting his look, also stood up.
The makeup artist called out, "Professor Jackson?"
Erwin's body stiffened, and he awkwardly raised his hand to touch the back of his neck, "I... I need to use the restroom."
"Oh." The makeup artist nodded and let him through.
In the meantime, Jenson Wright returned and blocked Erwin's way, "Where are you going?"
Erwin: "To the..."
"Let's go," Jenson said.
Erwin was unsure of Jenson's intentions, but then heard him say, "I can't confront Phil Lee in front of Master Eddie and the others. I still have some professional integrity, but you can."
Erwin: "..."
???
What did he mean by 'he could'?
Erwin's lips twitched, "So you want me to be the scapegoat?"
"Are you unwilling?" Jenson asked for Erwin's opinion.
Erwin gritted his teeth and said lightly, "After all these years, don't you know me? I never do anything that would devalue myself."
"Then..."
