NovelEnglishChapter 112
"l can't calm down!"
Amara had always been someone simple, the kind of person who was easy to be taken advantage of, someone
who would yield under pressure. But when pushed too far, she could unleash a surprising amount of energy that
would catch everyone off guard.
Right now, Amara was at that breaking point.
Liliana looked at her, astounded. She hadn't expected things to escalate this much, and it was a bit beyond what
she had anticipated.
Amara had just mentioned a statement, and while she hadn't spelled it out, everyone in the cast was savvy
enough to piece together what had happened.
For a moment, the room was filled with curious glances directed at Liliana, whose face flushed with exasperation.
"Ms. Sullivan, please calm down. Even if you leave the project, you'll still receive your pay, along with some
compensation."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You're not even in charge of the finances, so what are you talking about my pay? You act like you're running the
show. Let's get one thing straight-screenwriters and directors cfirst, then the actors!"
Amara's words were brutally candid, leaving no room for politeness.
Most adults wouldn't speak so bluntly; it was the kind of honesty one'd expect from a child who didn't know
better, leaving others in discomfort. Usually, Amara had a high emotional intelligence and wouldn't talk this way.
But this time, she had truly reached her limit.
The room fell silent once more. Liliana clutched the bedsheet tightly, her face turning a deep shade of red. No
matter how today ended, she had been mortified enough.
She was known for being graceful and composed, yet today she was publicly called out, leaving her speechless a
couple of times. Unlike her previous crocodile tears, this tshe really felt like crying.
"Finn."
Liliana reached for Finnian's shirt, seeking his help. Finnian strode over to Amara, speaking in a low voice, "Let's
step outside for a moment."
"I'm not going anywhere!"
Amara rarely lost her temper, but once she did, it was hard to rein her in, just like right now.
Finnian frowned, ignoring Amara's protests, and opened the hospital room door, pulling her out into the hallway.
Amara was stunned, not expecting Finnian to physically intervene. Once in the corridor, she grabbed onto the
doorframe, refusing to budge.
A vein throbbed at Finnian's temple, and realizing he had no choice, he hoisted Amara over his shoulder and
carried her into the stairwell.
"Calm down. There's no need to get so worked up," he said, setting her down with a serious expression.
The stairwell in the hospital was deserted, the quiet so intense you could hear a pin drop. Amara stood by the
window, her face flushed with anger, her nails digging into her palms.
The window was open, and a cool breeze drifted in, chilling her to the bone. This gust of wind dissipated the
flames of her anger, and she began to calm down.
But as the anger faded, sadness rushed in to take its place, and she covered her face, sobbing quietly.
Finnian felt at a loss. He had never seen Amara cry, and certainly not like this. He felt his fingers twitching,
unsure of what to do.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Don't cry," he finally said after a long
pause.
look into what happened.
If you're truly not at fault, I'll make
sure you're treated fairly."
Amara wiped her tears, her reddened eyes glistening like a small, vulnerable bunny.
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