Chapter 87
Marsha had a straightforward personality but was usually quite easygoing in her interactions with others.
However, she would immediately become irritable the moment something went wrong with her work.
The lead actress hurried over, looking anxious as she repeatedly apologized, “Ms. Newton, I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. I’ll adjust and try again.”
Marsha clutched her chest, her expression grim. “Honestly, you guys are trying to anger me to death.”
When she saw Marsha breathing heavily, the lead actress quickly handed her a bottle of water, obediently saying. “Please take a sip to calm down. I’ll definitely do better in the next take.”
Marsha glanced at her. The lead actress was undeniably beautiful, but her acting left much to be desired.
She let out a deep sigh. If only her favorite actress were here for the role.
After taking the water, Marsha drank several gulps, but the tightness in her chest only worsened.
Marsha frowned deeply. What was going on?
She rubbed her chest and took several deep breaths, which seemed to bring a slight relief.
Over the past few days, Suzanne relaxed in Starview Villa since she had nothing urgent to attend to. She was reading a book in a rocking chair on the balcony.
The peaceful moment, accompanied by a gentle breeze, felt incredibly pleasant.
Just as Suzanne turned to the next page, she heard Austin’s cold voice drifting in from outside the room. “What did the doctor say?”
Doctor?
Puzzled, Suzanne paused, her hand holding the book still, and glanced toward the door.
The doorknob turned, and Austin’s tall figure appeared in her sight.
His brows were furrowed, and his expression was grim as he spoke into the phone in a low voice.
Suzanne stood up slowly, placing her book on the chair before walking back into the room.
By then, Austin had already hung up the call.
Before he could say anything, Suzanne asked, “Is someone sick?
Austin exuded a somber air. After a moment of thought, he replied, “My sister suddenly fell ill and is bedridden. Many renowned doctors have been unable to help.”
Suzanne barely hesitated before turning toward the walk–in closet. “I’ll get changed and go see her.”
Her steps were brisk, filled with urgency.
Austin stepped forward, grabbing Suzanne’s arm. His brows were slightly furrowed as he hesitated to speak. “You…”
Suzanne immediately understood what he wanted to say
Her last meeting with Yasmine didn’t go well. Austin was probably worried she would feel uncomfortable.
Looking up at him, Suzanne said, “This is a matter of life and death. How could I have an issue with having a look at her?”
After a pause, her expression grew more serious. “Besides, she’s your sister.”
Be it out of emotion or duty, there was no way she could refuse to help.
Austin froze momentarily, his gaze fixed on the women before him. Then, a faint smile tugged at his lips, and he softly said, “Thank you” Suzanne couldn’t help but give him a side–eye. “So now you’re the one thanking me? When I said thanks before, you didn’t allow it.”
Without waiting for Austin’s response, she turned and walked into the closet,
Watching her back, Austin realized for the first time that sometimes thanking someone wasn’t about creating distance–it was about genuine gratitude. Austin rushed to the hospital with Suzanne.
They arrived at the top floor in an exclusive VIP suite, a large and curious room now crowded with people.
Everyone inside wore anxious expressions.
