"You''re all bullying me! I''m going to tell Mr. Morris, and you''ll all be sorry!" Mignon cried, covering her face as she ran off.
Director Ward watched her go, shaking his head with a scornfulugh. "Marshall Morris is getting more foolish with age. If he keeps acting so recklessly, his downfall is inevitable."
After saying this, he walked over to Yvonne.
"Yvonne, thank you for your hard work today. We have two more scenes. Let''s get them done quickly so we can wrap up early."
"Of course, Director Ward," Yvonne said with a polite and humble smile.
Director Ward nodded and patted her on the shoulder.
While Yvonne''s acting wasn''t world-ss, her serious and humble attitude wasmendable. It was rare to see someone with a powerful backer like Mr. Thompson be so down-to-earth.
Initially, Director Ward had worried Yvonne would be a diva, but the young woman was surprisingly approachable and never caused any trouble.
In contrast, Mignon, whom the producers had forced on him, acted like she owned the ce without knowing her own limitations.
Thanks to Mignon''s dys, the crew didn''t wrap on time and ended up finishing veryte.
When Yvonne got back to her hotel, she felt dizzy and lightheaded, almost copsing.
"Yvonne, what''s wrong?" her assistant asked, catching her arm.
"I think I caught a chill. Could you get me some hot water?" Yvonne said, sinking onto the sofa.
The assistant brought her a ss of hot water. After drinking it, Yvonne felt a little better.
She took a hot shower and theny down, ready to sleep.
"Do you have a cold? Should I call a doctor?" the assistant asked worriedly.
"Don''t make a fuss. I''ll be fine after a night''s sleep," Yvonne replied, pulling the covers over herself.
"If you feel unwell, you have to call me," the assistant said before leaving.
Yvonne was just drifting off to sleep when her phone suddenly rang. It was a video call from Bet.
She picked up her phone and answered. When she spoke, her voice was raspy and weak.
"What''s wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Bet asked.
"I think I caught a chill during filming. I just too a hot shower and
about
to get some.rest," wasne
said unable to stifle a yawn.
"Then you should get some sleep. I won''t bother you," Bet said, his tone a mixture of resignation and affection.
Yvonne''s eyelids felt heavy. "Mm-hmm," she murmured, falling asleep without even ending the call.
"Yvonne? Yvonne?" Bet called her name several times from the other end of the video, but when got no response, he knew something was wrong.
He hung up and immediately dialed her assistant''s number.
After receiving the call, the assistant rushed to Yvonne''s room.
She quickly realized she couldn''t wake Yvonne up. When she touched Yvonne''s forehead, it was burning hot.
Yvonne wasn''t just sleeping; she was delirious with fever.
Panicked, the assistant immediately called for an ambnce.
But before the ambnce could arrive, Bet was already there.
"What happened to Yvonne?" he asked, his long, dark gray trench coat still carrying
the chill of the night air.
"Yvonne has a high fever. She''s
unconscious. I''ve already called an
ambnce, but it''s not here yet the
assistant said,
her eyes red with
anxiety.