Chapter 817 - 814: Injured

Chapter 817: Chapter 814: Injured

"Mason Holden!" Clara knit her delicate brows and snapped in a low voice. She subconsciously darted glances around the set.

This Mason really had a death wish! She had just ’saved’ his life yesterday by making Seth dismiss the idea of replacing him, yet here he was, boldly badmouthing his own boss! And doing it right in front of her, his legitimate wife!

Wasn’t he afraid that she would get angry on her husband’s behalf? Or did he firmly believe that her relationship with Seth was truly that awful?

Seeing that no one around was paying attention to them, Clara turned back to Mason. "If you spout any more nonsense, I’m genuinely going to get angry."

"Clara, stop covering for President Quinn. Seeing you like this, my heart aches for you." Mason was very firm in his belief. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that Clara was always catering to Seth, while Seth always used his high status to bully her.

Clara scoffed. "Who needs your sympathy? You’re just a kid. What do you know? A marriage is like wearing shoes; only the ones wearing them know if they fit. How could an outsider understand? Seth and I are doing great, and he treats me very well."

Mason looked at her and retorted indignantly, "Who’s a kid? I’m only one year younger than you." He then clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Alas, even though he’s not a good man, your love for him is just too deep!"

Clara simply turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

"Clara, Mason, let’s call it a morning. It’s almost time for lunch anyway. Everyone take a break, and we’ll resume in the afternoon," Liam Keane called out to them after checking his watch.

Anyone with eyes could tell that Clara wasn’t in a good state. When had she ever needed five or six takes for a single scene without passing?

However, Director Keane couldn’t bring himself to criticize her too harshly. After all, she was still considered a newcomer who hadn’t fully learned how to compartmentalize her emotions. Bringing her personal feelings into her work was understandable.

Clara felt a bit guilty. Slowing down the production’s progress because of her own issues was the last thing she wanted. Yet, she had to admit that her emotions were highly unstable. If she continued filming, never mind failing the scene—even if the director reluctantly let it slide, the final result would be terrible.

Thus, she gestured to Director Keane to show her agreement.

While she was sitting there waiting for her boxed lunch, a driver from the Quinn family’s main estate arrived with Mrs. Wyatt, bringing along a nutritious soup brewed personally by Sienna Hale.

Seeing that Clara had barely managed to finish a small bowl before setting it down, Mrs. Wyatt gently coaxed her. "Mrs. Quinn, please drink a little more. This is, after all, a token of your mother-in-law’s affection. If you have some more, it’ll be easier for me to report back when I return. Besides, she put a lot of effort into looking out for your health. It wouldn’t be right to disappoint her."

If it weren’t for her subsequent argument with Seth, she might have been able to finish this entire large thermos. But right now, she truly had no appetite.

However, seeing Mrs. Wyatt’s earnest gaze, she could only smile and reply, "Alright."

She forced herself to drink another bowl but absolutely could not stomach any more. Mrs. Wyatt didn’t press the issue further. She packed up the bowl and spoon, then went to the dressing room to retrieve the morning’s lunchbox to take back with her.

Right before leaving, Mrs. Wyatt remembered Sienna’s instructions and told Clara, "Mrs. Quinn, Sienna requested that you and Seth return to the main estate for dinner tonight."

Clara nodded. "Okay, I understand."

In the afternoon, filming resumed.

Although Clara’s condition was slightly better than it had been in the morning, she still couldn’t fully immerse herself in the role. Sometimes, it still took three or four takes for a scene to pass.

During a scene that was supposed to be completely peaceful, Clara inexplicably tripped on flat ground while walking perfectly fine.