From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

The night was thick, the world was silent, all the noise had settled down, only the dense darkness surged outside the window, devouring the remaining light and shadows.

After a whole day of filming, Anson was finally able to go to bed early and get a good night's sleep.

Because he was too tired, Anson was already yawning when he was having dinner, and his eyes could barely open; after dinner, Anson originally planned to rest for a while to avoid esophageal reflux, but he fell asleep on the sofa.

Not only was there physical exhaustion, but the mental exhaustion was even more serious.

With Noah's help, Lucas carried Anson into the bedroom. Watching Anson fall asleep peacefully, Lucas returned to his room and opened his laptop—

The surveillance video from Mount Sinai Hospital had been sent over.

At that time, they were preparing to dig a trap for the paparazzi, and deliberately left the surveillance video of the corridor. Later, they successfully reversed the situation and gave the paparazzi and Sony Columbia a frontal blow, but Lucas did not expect that the surveillance video could continue to be useful.

The difference is that this time, Lucas didn't want anyone else to know about it.

His memory was slightly inaccurate. Lucas vaguely remembered that when he entered the ward, Anson hadn't had time to introduce Jack to him. Then the paparazzi Harry-Percy appeared, and it wasn't until the farce was over that Anson finally remembered Jack hiding in the bathroom, but he couldn't find him anymore.

Here, the order of time may not be very accurate, and Lucas also needs to reorganize his thoughts.

However, one thing can be 100% certain: Jack was already in the room before the whole incident happened, which means that the surveillance video should be able to capture the image of Jack sneaking into the ward, before Lucas.

In the thick night, the world was silent, and the faint blue light of the laptop screen was reflected on Lucas's face, which was still expressionless.

Calm, indifferent, and stern, a chilling aura was revealed in the blue halo.

Carefully and patiently, Lucas carefully watched the entire surveillance video—

No fast-forwarding.

Fearing that he would miss important details, he needed to confirm the picture frame by frame.

However…

Nothing.

There was nothing.

Lucas's heart slowly sank, falling into an icy cold in the endless blue.

From the nurse leaving the ward to Lucas entering the ward, then Harry entering the ward, then Harry and Lucas rushing out of the ward one after the other, and finally Lucas returning to the ward.

The whole story of the entire video was watched carefully.

Then, again.

But… still nothing. Empty, without any other figures.

It turned out that it was just an illusion, an illusion that had never existed.

Jack doesn't exist.

Lucas sat there blankly, opened the drawer, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one unhurriedly, and held it in his mouth. The smoke swirled, blurring his vision.

After thinking about it, Lucas played the entire video from beginning to end again, sitting quietly in the dark like a puppet and watching it all the way through.

The smoke lingered at his fingertips, seemingly stained with a trace of blue inadvertently, and the dark red light also became gloomy, almost freezing into ice.

Finally, it was over.

Lucas sat quietly in place, carefully recalling Anson's expression every time he mentioned Jack to him, that kind of purity, that kind of happiness, that kind of innocence, as if he had never experienced any harm.

Until the computer screen automatically dimmed, he still didn't move, and the darkness swallowed him like a tide, and the sound of his heartbeat seemed to disappear.

Finally, only a faint blue light flickered on and off, staying there blankly and呆呆地, and time stopped.

For a long time, for a long time, he didn't notice the passage of time.

Pa.

The faint light of the phone screen lit up, weakly and insignificantly supporting a small piece of light in the darkness, reflecting a trace of determination in Lucas's eyes.

He dialed the phone, but no one answered.

Lucas didn't care and redialed once.

It wasn't until the fourth time that the call was finally connected, and Nora-Wood's slightly tired but still excited voice came through.

Oh, Lucas, what's wrong? Why are you calling at this hour?

Nora, "Yes, he came back last week, but he needs to go to Colorado the day after tomorrow. A Hollywood actor bought a piece of land in the Grand Canyon and needs him to give some advice."

A piece of land?

Yes. Land. He's preparing to build his own dream castle from scratch, like Michael Jackson's Neverland Ranch. But your father doesn't know anything about these things. He's not an architecture major, but you know these Hollywood laymen, they don't know anything, they just have huge checks falling from the sky. They think your father is an expert and needs your father to give some advice.

After complaining for a while, Nora realized the point half a beat later.

Oh, sorry, I started to change the subject again. What's going on with you calling at this hour?

Lucas: … "It's Anson."

Nora, "Anson? What's wrong with Anson?

Lucas had never felt so simple, as if he had returned to that day of nightmare.

He looked at his father and mother in panic, and fear and panic firmly grasped his heart. He didn't know how to open his mouth or how to describe it. He had lost Anson.

He kept reminding himself again and again that it was Anson who was in danger now, and it had nothing to do with him, but the despair in his heart controlled his brain and he couldn't make a sound.

He thought he had grown up, and that he could be more mature when facing crises and difficulties again, and face any storms in life calmly.

However, he was wrong.

He was still panicked, like a coward. Obviously, this was Anson's business, but he was sitting in the dark shivering like a fool.

Mom. Anson… seems to be in trouble.

It was difficult, but he finally said it.

Lucas told everything he knew, the whole story, and they needed to find a way together.

He was very scared, he was really, really scared, afraid of losing Anson again.

He didn't know if he could bear such pain again, and what was worse, he didn't know if Anson could bear such pain again.

He thought that memory had disappeared, that Anson didn't remember it at all, and that the nightmare was over.

But reality is never so easy or so simple. The nightmare has always been there, lurking in the shadows, looking for an opportunity to rise again with ferocity and sneakiness.

Maybe Anson really doesn't remember, but that doesn't mean the wound has completely disappeared. His pain, his struggle, his nightmare, are existing in the form of Jack.

In an instant, Lucas seemed to return to the age of fifteen. He was young and ignorant, and in the face of difficulties and crises, he rushed around like a headless fly, using all his strength but still couldn't find an exit, only exhausting himself and unable to solve the problem, but being swallowed by the problem.

What to do?

What should he do? Were they going to lose Anson again?