His voice sounded somewhat satisfied and hoarse, and when he heard the word “car accident,” his tone slightly lifted.
I thought I would be waiting for Ethan, but instead, it was the film crew with cameras in hand.
The director adjusted the camera, observing the scene.
Ethan walked over and patted the director's shoulder, "This scene works well. Saves you from spending extra money on an outdoor set."
His near-ignoring attitude suffocated me. My lips trembled as I tried to call his name.
"Ethan, thank you for finding such a real backdrop for me."
It was only then that I noticed the woman leaning against him.
Vivian Hart’s sweet voice, like candy, rang out again: "I will never disappoint your kind heart, Ethan."
I sat there in the blood, watching Vivian Hart, her expression stiff, finish all her lines.
Watching Ethan, who had barely touched me, lowering himself to help Vivian Hart with her clothes.
Watching Vivian Hart, done filming, get into his car, and the two of them driving off into the distance.
After the two left, the crew members began to gossip in whispers.
"Mr. Walker really treats Vivian Hart well, even ignoring his original wife like it’s nothing."