From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

As he spoke, Lucas ultimately couldn't control himself.

He had been maintaining his composure, remaining calm and handling everything rationally; but deep down, Lucas was truly afraid, deeply terrified.

However, after the brief outburst, Lucas immediately regretted it.

He took a deep breath. "Anson, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you, it's not your fault."

Anson was also feeling stifled. "That's exactly why I didn't want to tell you. You always treat me like a child, wanting to hold me in your arms all the time, and at the slightest disturbance, you all mobilize."

"Lucas, you also have your own lives, you don't need to treat me like an infant anymore. I can handle those things myself."

"I, I'm not ungrateful, it's just…"

It's just that he was afraid, he couldn't adapt.

In his previous life, after his father's incident, he had to shoulder the responsibility of the entire family, growing up overnight, and he began to learn to face all difficulties alone.

He had faced setbacks, failed, made mistakes, and learned countless lessons and hardships; finally, he learned to face all the problems head-on with courage.

Suddenly, he felt too much care and love from the Wood family, he couldn't adapt, and he began to feel afraid and terrified, worried about losing that strength and courage to face challenges alone.

He knew that they had done nothing wrong, it was just that he was afraid of becoming weak; and then one day, waking up from a dream, the safety net would disappear again, and he might never be able to muster the courage to face those storms.

Anson closed his eyes, fearing that he might inadvertently reveal his embarrassment.

Lucas's voice came from the side, "But you're my brother."

With just those words, Anson's tightly closed eyes were instantly filled with scalding moisture, he quickly changed the subject, hiding his panic.

"So, what did the doctor say? Is everything alright?"

Lucas watched Anson turn his head in another direction, his eyes and shoulders trembling slightly, he allowed the silence to linger for a moment, but ultimately didn't expose Anson.

"The doctor said you need to rest, at least three weeks, but my suggestion is six weeks."

Anson was taken aback, and he couldn't care less about those little emotions, turning his head to look at Lucas, "That long? What about the movie shoot?"

Lucas was expressionless, "The movie? Is the movie what you need to be worried about right now? If things had deviated slightly, you might have been lying here for a year."

"If the wire technician hadn't bravely grabbed the wire at the last moment, reducing the impact of your vertical fall, the situation could have been even worse."

Back then, the first Superman actor, Christopher Reeve, landed headfirst in an equestrian cross-country race, resulting in fractures of the first and second vertebrae of his spine, and damage to the spinal cord, leading to paralysis below the head.

Anson, almost faced such an outcome.

Even the doctor bluntly said:

Extremely lucky.

As he spoke, Lucas was filled with anger again, almost unable to control it.

Anson was also startled, not expecting that he had escaped death, but after all, as someone who had experienced death once, Anson still calmed down.

"Lucas, a great disaster is followed by good fortune, you should be happy, this means that my true luck is just beginning now."

Lucas didn't say anything, looking at Anson coldly, using his eyes to complain.

Anson wasn't afraid at all, "Are you going to stare at me with that queen face that's jealous of Snow White? It's affecting my recovery."

Lucas nodded slightly, "Endure it."

Anson:…

Blinking his eyes, Anson decided to change the subject, "So what exactly happened, what did the doctor say?"

"Slight damage to the intervertebral disc, slightly deviated from its position, causing pressure on the nerves, leading to pain, numbness, and muscle weakness; in addition, a rib fracture, the internal organs suffered impact, and breathing will be more difficult for a while."

Slight. Slight.

Judging from the injury, it doesn't seem serious, which is already the best of the worst, as long as he recovers and rests seriously, there should be no sequelae.

But the doctor also bluntly said that such a situation must give the body enough time to recover, not only requiring medication, but also physical therapy, and absolutely not rushing it, otherwise the situation may evolve into a permanent injury.

Weeks in the short term, months in the long term, patients need to take it step by step.

Therefore, Lucas was not alarmist—

Three weeks, this is the most basic, but Lucas believes that six weeks is also necessary.

As for "Spider-Man 2", is it important?

Not at all.

To be precise, Lucas is also prepared to pursue the responsibility of the production team and the film company, even if the production team actively cooperates, Lucas does not intend to sit still.

Lucas has already stated the stakes one by one, just hoping that Anson will rest well, but he didn't expect that Anson would nod lightly with a calm face.

"Okay, I got it."

Lucas expressed doubt.

Anson, "Three weeks, huh. Don't worry, I will actively cooperate with the treatment and rest well, you see, I can return to the crew in two weeks at most."

Lucas… wasn't surprised at all, "You should lie down properly first."

Anson, "I'm getting moldy."

With a small complaint, Anson noticed that Lucas's expression was slightly hesitant.

Lucas has never had many expressions, but occasionally he can still detect differences, and it also proves that those emotions that cannot be hidden may be more serious.

"What's wrong, what are you worried about? Shouldn't I be worried about Mom killing me right now, why do you have such a worried expression?"

Lucas glanced at Anson, hesitating to speak.

Lucas didn't want to disturb Anson's rest now, the entire crew was blocked by him, he needed to do his best to control himself so as not to go on a rampage; but thinking that Nora was coming, and then asking Anson in front of his parents, it might make the Wood couple go berserk directly.

Finally, Lucas still considered his words and asked.

"Anson, this matter may not be an accident."

Slight, but heavy.

Anson was also stunned.

"To be precise, it may be an accident, but it is definitely not unintentional. More than one person said that there was a flash on the set at that time, which caused the wire technician to be dazzled and distracted, and then the situation occurred."

"Obviously, flash photography is prohibited on the set, someone knowingly violated the rules."

"Unfortunately, the set was in chaos at the time, and the director is not the type who is good at paying attention to details, the crew completely forgot to investigate this matter, and all their attention was on you, so no one saw the culprit."

"I asked around, and no one noticed anything unusual."

"Anson, did you notice anything?"

That's the purpose.

Difficult as it may be, Lucas hopes that Anson can see something.

Anson's thoughts were also racing, but at this time, the faint pain still occupied his brain, making it difficult to concentrate, "No, I didn't notice anything at the time, all my attention was on the filming."

Such an answer was slightly disappointing, but not surprising.

Anson was working at the time, and he was also challenging high-difficulty action scenes, he had to ensure 100% concentration, it was normal that he didn't notice any other abnormalities.

It was precisely because he didn't notice that Anson didn't have time to protect himself.