"Doctor, how is he?" Ynda immediately went over, asking anxiously. The director, assistant director, producer, and many others crowded around.


    There were so many people that Yvonne was stuck at the back, holding her breath as she waited for the doctor''s verdict.


    "Fortunately, no vital organs were injured. He has a mild concussion, but the wound on his shoulder was deep. It required several stitches," the doctor said to Ynda, removing his sterile blue mask.


    Ynda visibly rxed upon hearing the news.


    Bet was wheeled out of the operating room and taken to a private room.


    Yvonne instinctively tried to follow, but was stopped by Ynda''s assistant.


    "Ms. Jones, Mr. Thompson is injured and needs to rest. Please do not disturb him." The assistant''s tone was polite but distant, with the same air of superiority as Ynda.


    "Ms. Jane, please take the crew and leave for now. Mr. Thompson does not wish to be disturbed while he recovers. I trust you will investigate the cause of this ident and provide us with a satisfactory exnation."


    After speaking, the assistant walked straight into the hospital room and closed the door, shutting everyone else out.


    The crew members began to leave one by one, and Yvonne could no longer linger. She dragged her feet out of the hospital entrance.


    Though it waste autumn, the sun was zing outside, the intense light making her feel dizzy.


    Yvonne slumped onto the steps at the hospital entrance, feeling numb, unable tough or cry.


    She didn''t know how long she sat there in a daze before a shadow fell over her. Yvonne slowly looked up to see Sandra standing before her, looking down.


    "Are you okay?" Sandra asked with a sigh.


    "I''m fine," Yvonne replied numbly, shaking her head.


    Sandra had juste from the set and knew the gist of what had happened. She patted Yvonne''s shoulder, her tone tinged with helplessness First, acandal with actor Thomas, and now you''re mixed up with Mr. Bet Thompson. Yvonne, why do you always get involved with people you shouldn''t and cause me so much trouble?"


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    Yvonne turned to look at Sandra, a lump forming in her throat. She wanted to apologize but couldn''t get the words out.


    Seeing this, Sandra didn''t say anything more. Instead, she helped her up and they bought flowers and a fruit basket nearby.


    "Mr. Thompson saved you. It''s only right to express your gratitude," Sandra said, holding Yvonne''s hand as she knocked on the hospital room door.


    Their timing was off.


    Bet was awake, an IV drip


    attached to the back of his hand He


    was sitting up against the


    headboard his face pale from blood-


    loss. He looked weak, but his


    presence was stillmanding.


    Ynda was sitting by the bedside, holding a bowl and feeding Bet some soup.


    "Why are you here?" Ynda''s gaze turned cold at the sight of Yvonne, her eyes filled with undisguised hostility.


    Ynda wasn''t sure if there was anything going on between Yvonne and Bet yet, but the fact that Bet had been injured while. protecting Yvonne was enough to make her furious. ''


    "Mr. Thompson saved Yvonne, so we came to thank him personally. As an actress, Yvonne''s face is her fortune. If she had been injured and scarred, her career would have been ruined."


    Sandra ced the flowers and fruit basket aside, delivering a few polite titudes. Yvonne stood beside Sandra, silently watching Bet.


    Bet looked back at her, his gaze calm andposed as it swept past her. "Bet is a soldier. He can''t just stand by and do nothing when someone is in danger. I''ll ept your thanks on his behalf. If there''s nothing else, you may leave."