From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

The heart, slowly falling, continuously falling…

“No, Jack, no, don't.”

Anson panicked, more than ever before, pushing open the hotel room door and rushing out.

“Jack, where are you? Tell me, where are you? Let's talk face to face, things can be resolved, everything can be resolved, don't let that insignificant guy ruin you, he's not worth it, do you hear me? He's not worth it.”

As soon as he opened the door, Anson saw Noah.

Noah was about to come and check on Anson's condition, but he saw Anson coming towards him, caught off guard, and was stunned for a moment, all the words stuck in his throat.

“Noah, I need to see a friend, immediately, right now.”

After saying that, without waiting for Noah to respond, Anson had already rushed out.

“Jack, where are you? Tell me, where are you? I'll go find you right now, at least let's meet and talk.”

However, on the other end of the phone, Jack's voice was full of bitterness.

“Anson, thank you, but there's no time, it might be too late if I wait any longer.”

“Anson… Anson, I really appreciate your company during this time, always caring for a guy who has nothing and is good for nothing, taking care of me, thinking of me, no one else in this world would do that.”

“Originally, I was thinking of joining the crew, becoming a photographer, becoming someone with a dream, becoming someone who can work with you to create miracles, and then one day, I can also help my mother get out of her difficulties…”

“I just thought… of having a peaceful life, of having the right to happiness.”

“Anson, you know, right? I will always be grateful to you.”

Sadness, despair, brokenness.

This kind of Jack made Anson panic.

Anson was just running, running with all his strength, running forgetfully.

“No, Jack, don't, don't say goodbye to me, this shouldn't be the end.”

“Don’t…don’t…”

“It was my fault. I have always kept my distance, I have always refused to interfere in your life, even though I knew your hardship, I never came to provide you with support.”

“I’m sorry, I was wrong.”

“Jack, don't give up, understand? Once you give up, you have nothing left, that man is not worth it, he is not worth you sacrificing yourself for him.”

“Jack.”

“Jack!”

Anson ran faster and faster, his slippers had long since flown off somewhere, running barefoot through the old district of Las Vegas at midnight.

Not far away, the luxurious hotel casinos on both sides of the Las Vegas Strip were still shining, the colorful and dazzling lights supporting an Atlantis in the boundless night, quietly flickering in the night sky.

However, here, in the residential area outside that city that never sleeps, everything was silent, only Anson's footsteps and breathing echoed in the chill of the desert night, those magnificent splendors only made the night here even more lonely and desolate.

Just then, Anson saw it—

Jack.

Riding a skateboard, passing by from the other side of the street, the whistling cold wind blew his clothes, that thin body seemed unable to bear the weight of the night anymore.

Tottering, precarious.

“Jack!”

Anson was stunned and shouted.

But Jack didn't hear him, just brushing past him like that. Anson quickly stopped and was about to catch up when he saw a truck honking its horn.

Beep! Beep!

With a roar, it crashed straight into Jack.

Anson's heart sank, his chest tightened, his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and his soul exploded.

“Jack…”

But as he turned, his knees buckled, unable to grip the ground, and he rolled straight out, hitting a tree heavily and muffledly, his internal organs were burning, and the world shattered and disintegrated.

Dizzy, upside down.

Anson only felt a blur before his eyes, words churning and boiling in his chest, but unable to utter a single word, he just shouted in despair.

Ah…

Ah!

This scene, falling into Lucas's eyes, stopped his breathing in an instant.

“911.”

“Call 911 immediately.”

Lucas shouted loudly at the back, no other thoughts in his mind, just running wildly, picking up Anson, who was lying on the ground and delirious.

“Anson, look at me, look at me!”

Anson vaguely recognized the person in front of him, “Lucas, I'm fine, really, Lucas, save Jack, Jack, we must save Jack quickly.”

“911, call 911 immediately.”

“Jack is fine, Jack will be fine.”

“Lucas, please, we must call an ambulance immediately, Jack needs help.”

As he shouted, Anson himself didn't realize that tears had broken through his eyes, tears and blood on his face mixed together, pulling Lucas's arm, his face full of panic and fear.

Nora and Charles were a little slower, only then seeing Anson lying in Lucas's arms, his face covered in blood, his bare feet even more scarred, his gaze staring blankly at the opposite side of the street, calling out bitterly.

“Jack, it's okay, everything will be okay.”

“Jack, wake up, don't sleep, do you hear me? Don't close your eyes.”

However, the opposite side of the street was empty, there was nothing.

No people, no objects, no vehicles, just a completely empty street.

In an instant, Nora understood, realizing what was going on here—

The thing Lucas was worried about was happening.

Although on the surface, Anson was fine, everything was normal; but what they couldn't see didn't mean that nothing had happened.

Nora's heart fell to the bottom, unable to care about anything else at this time, rushing directly to Anson's side, trying to speak, but ultimately unable to make a sound.

Anson noticed Nora.

“Mom, Jack, save Jack…”

Anson stared unblinkingly at Jack's eyes, that pair of lively and bright eyes seemed to show a smile, weakly twitching the corners of his mouth but finally unable to rise, helplessly flattening down, and then the light in his eyes gradually disappeared little by little, dragging Anson's heart into the darkness.

No, Jack, don't.

Jack, don't close your eyes, do you hear me? You shouldn't sacrifice your life for that scum, you shouldn't trap yourself because of your father's sins, your life is still long, life can still have countless possibilities.

Anson was just shouting, shouting again and again, shouting heart-wrenchingly, how desperate, how painful, seeming to be able to feel the pain of the soul tearing.

Charles couldn't bear to watch any longer, drooping his shoulders and drooping his head, a deep sense of powerlessness binding his ankles, slowly sinking in the endless night.

Until the ambulance siren tore through the darkness with a ferocious sound, from far to near.

Anson was tired, extremely tired, even lacking the strength to lift a finger, drifting into the darkness drowsily.

No nightmares, no dreams, just a boundless darkness, his consciousness vaguely floating in the darkness, not completely losing consciousness but unable to wake up.

Unable to tell how much time had passed, only feeling sore muscles, Anson slowly opened his eyes, and immediately saw Nora sitting quietly on the side, looking out the window, the golden sunlight falling gently and warmly on her face.

“Hey, Mom…”