Chapter 180
My heart leapt.
The prospect of finally completing the project filled me with joy.
“Of co
course, I’m interested! I’ve always wanted to see this through. Just tell me when and where, and I’ll be there.”
The director chuckled. “I knew you’d say that. We’ll send you the updated script by tomorrow. It’s even better than before. Trust me, you’ll love it.”
In the following days, I immersed myself in the revised script, rediscovering the essence of my character.
Years of personal growth had deepened my understanding of her struggles, and I felt more connected to her than ever.
When I stepped onto the set for the first time in years, it was as though no time had passed.
The crew welcomed me warmly, and the energy on set was electric.
Months flew by as filming resumed.
Every scene was a blend of nostalgia and newfound passion, as if the hiatus had recharged everyone’s creativity. Finally, the last scene was shot, and Fashion Queen was complete.
The crew organized a celebratory dinner, a chance for everyone to unwind and reflect on the Journey.
The evening was lively, filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and shared memories.
I was mid–conversation with a co–star when my phone buzzed again.
This time, the tone was urgent.
“Hello?”
A voice on the other end, tight with tension, spoke rapidly.
“You need to get to Claw International Hospital. Now.”
chill ran down my spine. “What happened?”
Just come quickly,” the voice urged.
I excused myself from the table, a heavy sense of foreboding settling over me.
The drive to the hospital felt interminable, every minute stretching like an hour.
When I arrived, Eric was waiting at the entrance, his face pale and drawn.
“Eric!” I called out as I approached. “What happened? Is he okay?”
Eric hesitated, glancing away briefly before meeting my gaze. “It’s bad. You should see for yourself.”
“We walked briskly through the sterile halls of the hospital.
My mind raced, fragments of memories from my past life surfacing.
In that timeline, after separating from Lirian, our paths had rarely crossed.
The little I knew of him came from hearsay, and even then, it was never good news.
When we reached the room, the sight before me stopped me in my tracks.
Lirian lay on the hospital bed, his head wrapped in gauze, his face bruised and battered. His stillness was unnerving.
Lirian was rarely hurt this severely, and seeing him unconscious stirred a painful ache in my chest.
I moved closer, pulling up a chair by his bedside.
My fingers brushed his hand, cool to the touch, as I whispered, “Lirian, it’s me. You’re going to be okay. Just wake up.”
As I sat there, the door opened, and a man I didn’t recognize stepped inside.
He was tall, with a stern expression that made the room feel even colder.
His eyes narrowed as they landed on me.
“Are you Lirian’s Luna?” he asked bluntly.
“Yes, I am,” I replied cautiously, unsure of his intentions.
Before I could ask who he was, Eric interjected, “How’s Croatia?”
The name caught me off guard. Croatia.
I had heard that name recently in connection with a scandal involving an actress.
Was it the same person?
The man’s jaw tightened. “She regained consciousness briefly, but the doctors say her legs are beyond saving.”
Eric exhaled sharply, his shock evident. “That serious?”
The man nodded grimly. “She’s still in surgery. They’re doing what they can, but the damage is extensive.”
It was then that I pieced together the story.
Eric explained that Croatia had been nearby when Lirian was attacked. She had been out for a wa clearing her mind, when she stumbled upon the scene.
Without hesitation, he intervened, “saving Lirian but sustaining life altering injuries in the proces.”
turned to Eric and whispered “What exactly happened during the attack?”
Eric hesitated, running a hand through his hair.
“We don’t have all the details yet. It was a planned ambush. They were targeting him specifically. Croatia… she just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time–or maybe the right place, depending on how you see it.”
I nodded, my gaze returning to Lirian. His breathing was steady, but his injuries were severe. “And the attackers?”
“We are gathering details Luna” Eric muttered bitterly. “But we’ll find them. I promise you that.
Eventually, Eric looked at me “He is Crotia’s father, Mr Ragnar“..
He cast a lingering glance at Lirian before addressing Eric. “Hasn’t he woken up yet?”
Eric shook his head. “No. We’re not sure when he will. I’ll let you know the moment there’s any change.”
Mr. Ragnar gave a curt nod, his lips pressed into a
thin line. Before leaving, he shot me a look, one
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heavy with unspoken accusation.
His demeanor unsettled me.
It was as if he blamed me for what had happened, as though my presence had stolen something precious from him.
