Monica looked at him, her brows slowly knitting together in disbelief. "I insisted on being the manager?"


    She was so angry sheughed. "Dorian, I did have that intention then, but I didn''t force it. You were the one who wanted the resources I had and suggested changing managers, wasn''t it?"


    Dorian frowned, keeping a cold silence.


    Monica sneered. "Haven''t you benefited from the resources I provided? You sure didn''t have this look on your face when you were enjoying those perks!"


    Seeing the atmosphere bing increasingly tense, Ethan intervened, "Let''s all calm down. Our priority now is to reim the project, right? We can talk to Ms. Hart properly when we get the chance."


    Monica scoffed, her gaze toward Dorianced with sarcasm. "Dorian, you''re a movie star, yet you still don''t understand women. At this point, do you really think she still loves you?"


    "What did you say?" Dorian red at her, grinding his teeth as he asked, "If she doesn''t love me, does she love you then?"


    "Get lost!" he yelled.


    At this point, Monica had lost all desire to continue the conversation. She gave him a deep look and a mocking smile before leaving the hospital room.


    As Zara rushed in with urgent news, she brushed past Monica.


    Monica''s gaze fell on her, and a yful smile crept onto her lips.


    Zara was moving quickly and didn''t notice.


    As soon as she entered the hospital room, Zara''s tears began to fall. "Dorian, how


    are you? I nearly died of fright when I heard about your car ident."


    Her voice was choked with sobs, and her eyes were red and swollen, clearly indicating she had been crying on the way.


    Dorian looked at her. Normally, seeing her in such a state would tug at his heartstrings.


    However, today, listening to her soft cries felt somewhat irritating.


    L could cry, too, but she never did it in such a pitiful and annoying manner.


    As this thought crossed his mind, he suddenly furrowed his brows.


    Taking a deep breath, he let his gaze soften, and the sight of Zara''s delicate crying reignited his protective instincts.


    All the frustration from the situation with L was affecting his mood!


    Dorian wiped her tears, patiently soothing her. "Don''t cry. I''m fine, see?"


    Ethan watched Zara sitting by the hospital bed, quietly sobbing, and his gaze shifted slightly.


    He then asked, "Mr. ke, should we continue trying to contact Ms. Hart?"


    Zara sniffed, her moist eyes showing a hint of surprise. "Given how serious your car ident was, L hasn''te to check on you?


    "I saw her with the crew today. She was delivering desserts to those two neers. Doesn''t this little matter matter less than your health?"


    Her tone seemed to carry a bit of dissatisfaction, standing up for Dorian.


    Dorian felt even more suffocated inside.


    Monica''s question, "Do you think she still loves you?" echoed in his mind like a haunting melody, impossible to shake off.


    He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Zara, I''m tired today. You should head back."


    "But your injury... I need to stay to take care of you."


    He turned his gaze away, the emotions in his eyesplicated. "Once I get in


    touch with L, she cane to take care of me."


    She was just not answering the phone because she was sulking.


    In the past, even when he was just slightly injured, she would be extremely


    anxious, her tears more heart-wrenching than Zara''s.


    L loved him more than she loved herself.


    Everyone said that only people who cared would get angry, so L''s recent outbursts were just her way of expressing her love for him.


    The more she acted up, the more it was just a way to make him yield, proving that he loved her too.


    Women were all like that!


    L already had a bit of a temper. Now, it was just heightened. Once she arrived, he needed to establish some rules for her.


    He tiredly rubbed his forehead. "You''ve had a long day at the hospital, and you''re filming too. You should go rest."


    As if to validate his words, he added, "L is my girlfriend. She wille."


    Hearing his certainty, Zara felt a lump in her chest, a flicker of resentment shing in her eyes.


    "Fine, I''ll wait for you at the crew," she responded softly, fearing that pushing too hard would provoke Dorian.


    But despite saying that, her hands, hanging by her side, tightened into fists.


    Dorian nodded, and without waiting for her to leave the room, he told Ethan, "Call L again."