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Chapter 1253
Thalassa’s hands worked the controls of the prop, a vintage chandelier, with a nervous
twitch. She was taking care of the setup while Susan was adjusting the rigging.
As Susan let go, she gave the chandelier an extra push, causing it to swing dangerously.
Just then, Lysander entered the studio.
The timing couldn’t have been worse. The chandelier was swinging higher and higher, and
the hook hadn’t been secured properly. In a split second, the prop flew off its mooring,
hurtling straight towards Lysander.
His icy gaze snapped towards the incoming danger.
It was about to crash down on him when Susan cried out, “Mr. Sinclair, watch out!” In a
swift move, she lunged forward, pushing Lysander out of the way. The chandelier crashed
down onto her instead, the sharp pain of impact forcing a muffled groan from her lips as it
struck her shoulder blade.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe prop bounced off Susan and clattered to the ground.
Grimacing in pain, Susan managed to lift her eyes to Lysander. “Mr. Sinclair, are you
alright?” she asked, her voice strained.
Lysander’s piercing eyes locked onto her. “What happened?” he demanded, his voice a
deep, controlled rumble.
The rest of the crew realized something had gone wrong, and that it involved Lysander.
They dropped their tasks and hurried over, their faces filled with concern, asking if he was
hurt.
Zane, the assistant director, went pale with fright and began to loudly demand
accountability. “Who was in charge of the chandelier? Step forward!”
Hearing the commotion from behind the scenes, Thalassa quickly stepped out to see what
was happening. As she emerged, she saw Lysander standing in the midst of the crowd, an
imposing figure with a stern face and an untouchable aura.
In front of him stood Susan, slightly hunched over, her shoulder seeping blood that stained
her shirt and dripped to the floor; her expression twisted in pain.
“Ms. Everhart, were you operating the chandelier? Do you realize how dangerous this was?
You could have hit Mr. Sinclair! Thankfully, Susan pushed him out of the way and took the
hit herself. If that prop had hit Mr. Sinclair’s head, we could have been looking at a
fatality!” Zane scolded her, his words a mix of reprimand and a way to deflect blame from
himself.
Thalassa caught on to what had happened from Zane’s tirade. She looked at Lysander
innocently, about to explain that it wasn’t her fault.
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Susan spoke up despite her pain, saying, “Mr. Sinclair, the chandelier is usually quite safe
when operated correctly. Perhaps Thalassa wasn’t familiar with it, which led to the
accident. Please don’t blame her.”
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“Mr. Sinclair, that’s not true. I was operating it just fine backstage. It’s the prop that
malfunctioned,” Thalassa interjected, stepping forward to clarify.
Susan’s words had made it sound as though Thalassa had deliberately aimed the
chandelier at Lysander.
“We’ll see if the prop is faulty with a quick inspection,” suggested Susan.
“I’ll check it right now,” Zane volunteered.
He returned to Lysander’s side and reported, “Mr. Sinclair, the prop is intact. There’s
nothing wrong with it. It was indeed a mishandling of the chandelier that caused the
accident.”
Lysander’s eyes turned to Thalassa, his voice gold as he inquired, “Quite a coincidence,
isn’t it? The chandelier just came crashing down the moment I arrived.”
Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat at his words. He suspected her!
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