Back at Sandra Woods’ home from the hospital, Bella Acker was forcefully ordered to lie down and rest on the bed.
Sandra tucked her in and said, "Bella, think about everything later. Just make sure to rest well these three days. Don’t worry, everyone’s youth has a few scumbags, everything will get better."
"Mm, Shannon, thank you." Bella held Sandra’s hand and said, "No matter what happens to you in the future, if you ever need me, I’ll always support you, no matter what."
"Silly! It’s a society ruled by law now; there’s no need for you to risk yourself like that." Sandra gently tapped her forehead and said, "From now on, let’s venture into the entertainment industry together."
"Mm," Bella nodded firmly.
Sandra pinched her slightly pale face, "You rest for a bit, I’ll go buy you some nourishing soup."
"Shannon, there’s no need for all this trouble," Bella felt a bit apologetic, "I’ve already troubled you enough."
"Just sleep," Sandra said, "I’ve written my mobile number here, there’s a landline at home. If anything happens and I’m not back yet, call me. You can’t be exposed to cold wind, can’t lift heavy objects, and can’t touch cold water, got it?"
"I got it."
Even though Bella nodded, Sandra still felt uneasy and repeated her instructions several times before taking her bag and leaving.
Stepping into the elevator, Sandra shook her head at herself and smiled wryly. She didn’t even know why she took such care of Bella. Seeing her pale little face and knowing she was alone, she couldn’t help but feel a bit heartbroken.
Maybe Bella’s little face and expression really resembled that of her sister who died in a car accident, so she felt the need to care more. Is this called transference?
Sandra sighed, and the elevator arrived at the first floor.
As the elevator doors opened and before she could step out, an expressionless man strode into the elevator first.
Sandra looked at this handsome man in confusion before stepping out of the elevator. It was only after the doors closed that she remembered why this handsome man looked so familiar.
Wasn’t he the man they encountered at the elevator after their audition?
At that time, the man was surrounded by bodyguards, looking cold and authoritative. But just now, his expression seemed to be restrained with a hint of fury.
Could it be that he also lived in this complex? And had a fight with his wife?
Sandra chuckled to herself, feeling a bit bored.
Lying in bed, Bella Acker felt a bit uneasy. Just as she was about to get up to go to the restroom, the doorbell rang.
"Could Shannon have forgotten her keys?" Bella murmured in confusion, getting up to open the door, saying aloud, "Shannon, don’t go buy..." Her words got caught in her throat when she saw who was at the door.
Bella instinctively wanted to close the door.
Damian pressed his hand against the door, saying angrily, "Bella Acker, don’t you dare!"
His eyes were slightly red, with some stubble growing on his chin, and the restrained fury in his expression completely erupted upon seeing Bella.
Bella braced the door firmly, panic evident in her features, "Damian Sinclair, how... how did you find this place?!"
Damian leaned against the door, forcing it open bit by bit, the red in his eyes looking terrifying, as if at any second he would transform into The Devil, ready to consume Bella alive.
He stared at Bella fiercely, suppressing the raging fury in his chest, and said, "If I hadn’t come, were you planning to disappear without a trace? I’m telling you, Bella Acker, dream on!"