Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Another Blood Transfusion Needed
Matthew Sullivan, holding a cup of coffee, followed closely beside Evelyn Clayton, a gentle smile on his face, as they inspected the shooting progress on set together, creating the illusion that he and she had a very close relationship.
Evelyn Clayton held her forehead in exasperation; she couldn’t shake off the annoying tagalong.
She sneered at his clumsy tactics.
"Miss Clayton."
A soft call came from behind her, and Evelyn Clayton turned around to see the approaching Summer Monroe.
She recognized her as the woman James Grant had helped last time.
She stopped and asked, "Do you need something?"
Summer Monroe maintained a faint smile, "I went to the company looking for James Grant, but he wasn’t there. The employees said you would know, so I came here. Do you know where he is?"
"I don’t know."
Evelyn Clayton’s eyes narrowed slightly, though she gritted her teeth.
James Grant was quite the charmer, always leaving admirers behind, and now they were coming to chase their debts before her.
Summer Monroe’s eyes seemed to confirm something.
"Aren’t you and James Grant always very close? He even told everyone that he was sworn to marry you."
The relaxation on Evelyn Clayton’s face dissipated, and her faint smile froze, her almond eyes darkening.
"What a joke, if he were so determined, would he mess around with other women?"
Matthew Sullivan stepped up, blocking Summer Monroe’s persistent gaze on Evelyn Clayton, and sarcastically mocked.
"Is that so?"
Summer Monroe was momentarily stunned before quickly expressing an apologetic attitude.
"I’m sorry, Miss Clayton, I wasn’t aware. Since you don’t know, I’ll look elsewhere. I’m leaving now."
With that, Summer Monroe turned and left.
As she turned, the corner of her eye quietly arched upwards.
"Watch out!"
A sudden exclamation echoed through the filming site.
Evelyn Clayton watched helplessly as the overhead lighting and camera rig above Summer Monroe wobbled and fell straight down.
"Ah!"
Summer Monroe couldn’t dodge in time and was hit on the head, screaming and falling to the ground.
"Are you okay?"
Evelyn Clayton hurried over to help Summer Monroe up.
Her forehead was injured, bleeding and staining her vision.
Summer Monroe was terrified.
"I’m... I’m bleeding! It hurts so much!"
"I’m sorry, Miss Monroe, it’s our oversight. Let me take you to the hospital."
"Yes, let’s quickly get to the hospital."
Evelyn Clayton, concerned about her injury, pulled out her phone to call an ambulance without another word.
But before she could make the call, Summer Monroe, in a panic, snatched the phone away and turned it off.
She looked at Summer Monroe in shock; her face was visibly tense as she bit her lip and said, "No worries, it’s just a minor injury, no need to go to the hospital."
It was hardly a minor injury; blood was flowing non-stop from her forehead, enough to require emergency room care.
"Miss Monroe, with such a severe injury, it’s better to visit the hospital."
Evelyn Clayton frowned tightly, puzzled.
Why wouldn’t she want to go to the hospital with such a severe injury?
"I can handle it myself, it’s fine, I’ll be going now."
Without further ado, Summer Monroe grabbed a few tissues to press against her bleeding forehead and hurriedly fled the shooting site.
Evelyn Clayton stared at her escaping figure, filled with confusion.
It was so inexplicable, who refuses to go to the hospital with a severe injury?
Could there be another reason she can’t let others know about?
Matthew Sullivan was beside himself with concern; he left Evelyn Clayton and went to a corner.
After all, he was a member of the Grant Family and knew the close ties between the Grant Family and the Monroe Family.
Furthermore, Harrison Grant cherished Summer Monroe as if she were his own daughter.
Now, having her injured at his venue, Harrison Grant would inevitably find out sooner or later.
Matthew Sullivan took the initiative, biting his tongue and called to apologize, "Dad, Summer Monroe was injured on set. I wanted to take her to the hospital, but she left without going."
"What?! Bastard!"
A low roar came from the other end of the phone.
Before Matthew Sullivan could speak further, the call was disconnected.
Meanwhile, Evelyn Clayton’s phone rang immediately.
She took it out to see that it was Harrison Grant’s assistant calling.
She squinted her eyes and answered.
"Miss Clayton! Director Grant is seriously injured, in emergency care! We need you at the hospital for a blood transfusion!"
Out of a humanitarian sense of urgency, Evelyn Clayton pursed her lips and hung up, preparing to head to the hospital.
Just as she stepped out of the shooting site, she collided with a familiar, warm embrace.