From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

His heart pounded relentlessly. Even using all his strength to control it, the panic and fear surged forth like a tide.

Ding!

The elevator arrived. Lucas rushed out like a whirlwind, raised his hand to stop a taxi, and pulled out three green bills with Benjamin Franklin's face on them.

"Mount Sinai Hospital. I'll take responsibility for running red lights and speeding."

Without stopping or asking questions along the way, he actually made his way to the destination. He could see the busy and tense crew members from afar. The entire corridor was packed, with no order whatsoever. Although no one spoke, a sense of suppressed chaos and anxiety permeated the air.

Lucas didn't have time to carefully distinguish who was who. He quickly scanned the crowd and immediately locked onto his target.

"Noah!"

"Tell me, what happened? Where is Anson now, and who is the attending physician?"

In a few words, Lucas grasped the key points—

Right now, nothing else mattered. Only Anson was important.

Noah's eyes were filled with panic and deep self-blame. "It's my fault, all my fault. I didn't take good care of Anson, Mr. Wood. I'm sorry."

"Anson… Anson fell from a two-story height while filming. He… he lost consciousness and is now undergoing a scan…"

Speaking incoherently and flustered, Noah tried to calm himself down, but his mind was a mess, instantly dragged into darkness by fear.

On Lucas's expressionless face, a hint of gloom flickered. "How did this happen?"

Accident? Or mishap?

However, Noah's face was blank, obviously without the answer to Lucas's question. "I… I don't know. It all happened so fast."

"Mr. Wood, Anson… Anson could barely speak. If…"

He didn't dare continue, fearing his words would become a self-fulfilling prophecy. Noah tightly shut his mouth, the focus in his eyes gradually dissipating.

Suddenly, Lucas's heart almost stopped beating. He stood there blankly, feeling as if he were in an ice cellar in the middle of summer.

Calm down!

He needed to calm down. Anson needed him.

Amidst the chaos, Lucas clenched his fist, his neatly trimmed nails digging into his palm. He still couldn't feel the pain, but he finally felt grounded and stable. His blood seemed to flow again.

"Don't worry. No matter what happens, Anson has me."

Lucas gently patted Noah's shoulder, trying to calm Noah down and regain his own composure.

"Just now on the phone, you said Anson was conscious and even had a conversation with you?"

Noah nodded haphazardly. "He even joked with us, but it only lasted for a short while before he passed out. The paramedics said it might be because of the pain. Later, in the ambulance, Anson briefly woke up. He said…"

Noah glanced at Lucas cautiously.

Lucas didn't speak, only watched Noah quietly.

Noah obediently said, "Anson said, 'Don't call Mom and Dad.'"

Lucas: …

Noah tried to defend Anson, "He was also worried about them…"

Lucas glanced at Noah, cutting off the rest of his words. Obviously, Lucas knew Anson better than Noah did and didn't need Noah's defense.

Noah stood there, still able to feel the chilling aura emanating from Lucas even from a short distance away. It wasn't just a 'stay away' vibe, but more like a 'kill anyone who gets in my way' stance. That undisguised, flamboyant sharpness made the surrounding air gradually cool down.

Not just Noah, but the surrounding rustling noises also inexplicably quieted down, with gazes turning towards Lucas.

Lucas didn't care, and wouldn't care. His mind was filled with the situation at hand.

Right now, Anson was undergoing a scan, and everything depended on the scan results and the doctor's diagnosis. No matter what, Anson was the most important thing.

But that didn't mean he needed to sit here and wait.

There was still a pile of things to be resolved.

Lucas sorted out a train of thought from the chaos and noise, feeling the earth's gravity pulling his heart back to the ground.

"Alright, we still have things to do. The causes, the consequences, the whole story can't just be left unclear. I need your help."

"First, find a lounge and gather all the crew members there. Don't disrupt the order here. Chaos in the hospital can easily create opportunities for troublemakers."

"Second, I need you to contact Edgar and tell him the whole story. It's too far for him to come from Los Angeles, but he can go directly to the Sony Columbia office. They need to organize a news team to protect the hospital and prevent paparazzi from breaking in, and also to release an official statement to prevent the media from speculating wildly."

"Third, I need you and the set负责人 to carefully recall the witnesses at the time of the incident—not just one person, but everyone who witnessed the entire event. Ask them what they saw and what happened. I need to piece together the whole picture of what happened."

"Finally."

Lucas paused, his temples throbbing rapidly. A fire of anger burned uncontrollably in his chest.

"Tell me where the director is. There are some things I need to discuss with him."

Noah stared blankly at Lucas, a murderous aura washing over him. He couldn't help but swallow.

Lucas noticed and slightly tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Don't worry, I won't hurt him."

Noah actually nodded obediently in agreement.

Honestly, the chaos was still chaotic, unsettling, and restless.

Lucas couldn't settle down, but the more it was like this, the more focused Lucas became. His entire mind had only one thought—

No matter what, he wouldn't let this matter pass easily. Even if it was just an accident, someone had to be held responsible. No one could harm his brother and then walk away unscathed.

No one.

If necessary, he wouldn't mind getting his hands dirty.

Accidents were terrible, very terrible, but accidents had already happened. There was no need to dwell on them. What was more important than the accident was the subsequent resolution and response.

Gently exhaling, Lucas carefully thought it over to make sure he hadn't missed anything. In a hurry, he couldn't take care of every aspect. For now, he'd leave it at that, and if anything was missing later, he'd add it as needed.

His gaze refocused.

"Noah, I believe in you."

A simple sentence grabbed Noah's center of gravity, stabilizing him amidst the turbulent waves, and his eyes finally found their focus.

Noah wiped his face haphazardly and nodded solemnly, carefully re-organizing the things Lucas had told him to do before resolutely striding forward.

Lucas looked in the direction Noah had just pointed, found Sam Raimi, who was sitting on a long chair looking exhausted, his hair disheveled, and his eyes vacant, and walked towards him.