Thelma didn't attend the dinner party.
Just as she was about to enter the hotel, she received a call from Warwick. He didn't want to wait anymore and insisted that she go to his house that very night.
As soon as she arrived, the first payment would be transferred to her account—a sum just enough to cover her grandmother's and brother's surgery fees.
The hospital had been urging her relentlessly.
Everything felt like stepping onto a path of no return.
Standing outside the hotel, listening to the laughter and joy inside, her face paled. She felt as though she was being severed from this world, split into two entirely different realities.
Warwick's attitude was firm. From the moment she entered the industry, he had declared that he wanted to keep her as his mistress and prevent her from appearing in public.
At that time, she was merely Sienna's assistant, and Warwick had been the male lead in a drama Sienna acted in.
Now, Warwick remained a highly sought-after star but couldn't afford any scandals. So, he wanted her as his secret lover, completely hidden from the media.
Taking a deep breath, she withdrew her gaze from the hotel and slipped her phone back into her bag. Then, she turned and walked toward the street to hail a cab.
At that moment, Charles' car pulled up in front of her. He stepped out, looking slightly surprised to see her. "Why aren't you going in?"
As soon as he spoke, he noticed her pale complexion and sensed something was off. "Are you... okay?"
Hearing his concern, Thelma suddenly felt sour in her nose. It had been so long since anyone had asked her if she was okay.
However, compared to her grandmother and brother, she really had no right to complain. She was alive and healthy.
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