Novel Square
Chapter 168
Miranda announced, "I need to go to the hospital."
The director was taken aback. Nobody had ever disrupted filming so abruptly for a hospital visit.
Miranda clarified, "Director, Nash got injured and is in the hospital. I'm worried about him and want to check on his condition."
Realizing it was Nash, and considering that he had introduced Miranda to the production, the director felt obliged to show her some leniency.
"Fine, you can go," he reluctantly agreed. Although he wasn't pleased about halting production for a day, he had no choice but to endure it.
Miranda felt a wave of relief. At least she wouldn't lose her role due to her absence. She smiled and said, "Thank you, director. Nash and I will treat you to dinner after we finish filming." With that, she hurried away.
Other actors began to voice their complaints.
"Director, you can't let the whole crew suffer because of one person. My mother is sick, but I haven't left the set. Why does she get preferential treatment?"
The director glanced at the disgruntled actors and replied bluntly, "Because she's Miranda, she has connections."
His words left everyone speechless.
"This Miranda is still so ostentatious!" Penelope's assistant whispered.
Penelope glanced at her. "The director has made his decision. What else is there to complain about? She's Miranda, after all."
"Why does she receive special treatment? She lacks acting skills and needs eye drops to cry!"Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.
Penelope remained expressionless, accepting the reality. "People have different destinies. Some are born to be the main characters."
She had started from the bottom. She had witnessed many people who came in with connections and immediately became successful. It was nothing new.
Miranda landed such an important supporting role in her first film, surpassing others right from the start. Throughout the production, the director never mistreated her.
Taking advantage of the fact that most of the film's funding came from the York Corporation, with Nash being her backing, the director had to provide her with the best hotels and dressing rooms. With seven or eight assistants by her side, all handpicked by Nash, no one dared to offend her. They could only treat her with great respect and refrain from saying too much.
Nash lay on the hospital bed, his condition did not improvement and had worsened. Quincy expressed concern, "Mr. York, you haven't eaten anything all day. You should have something."
Nash's expression remained cold,
with no appetite. He just stared at his phone. Besides some work emails and messages from
concerned people, there was no net
word from Nina. Usually, she would be extremely anxious if he was even slightly injured. But now, with his condition deteriorating, she did not seem to care much.
Nash turned to Quincy again. "Has Nina visited?"
Quincy replied, "Many people have come to see you. I've told them you were sleeping, but Mrs. York hasn't come..."
Nash's eyes darkened. Nothing else
had the same impact as those
words. Nina hadn't visited after she left. Was she really not worried about him at all? He remembered how she almost cried when he had a minor injury. But today, in front of her parents, she spoke so casually about divorce. Had she become so heartless?
The more he thought about it, the more unhappy Nash became. He almost crushed the IV tube in his hand. Seeing the blood backing up into the tube, Quincy quickly withdrew it, saying, "Mr. York, you can't pull on it anymore. If you do, the blood will flow back into the IV bottle."