He Waited She Wilted (Ottilie and Yorath) novel Chapter 65

Ottilie picked up her teacup and took a slow sip.

"I wouldn't dare act in your movie. Who knows if you'll arrange another 'accident' during rehearsal."

Her words hit like a bombshell.

Nyssa's face drained of color, and she bit her lower lip.

"You really misunderstand me. We were just rehearsing that day. Everyone on set proved it was just a rehearsal. You had an episode and hallucinated everything, causing so much death and destruction... We were always such good friends. I had no reason to hurt you, let alone sacrifice my own eye to do it. You claim you're the victim, but you walked away without a single scratch and never faced any legal consequences. Meanwhile, I lost an eye forever..."

She covered her missing eye, her expression twisted in agony.

"Yorath, I don't want to bring up the past. I've already made enough compromises, but she refuses to let it go and keeps backing me into a corner."

Ottilie watched her perform.

Regarding what happened years ago, as long as Nyssa and the crew insisted it was just a rehearsal, it was considered fact.

Ottilie would always be labeled the lunatic who lost her mind and burned people to death.

The truth would never see the light of day.

It was a dead-end trap designed by Nyssa.

She suddenly recalled Yorath's words.

What good does it do if I believe you?

You need to make the whole world believe you.

He was right. Without evidence, no one would ever believe her.

After finishing half her tea, Ottilie spoke in a measured tone. "Who's backing who into a corner? I haven't sought you out once. You're the one who keeps showing up at my door, accusing me of hurting you. Who's the real victim here? You know exactly what happened."

Regaining her composure, Nyssa offered a fragile smile.

"You're right. I'm being petty. Since we agreed to leave the past in the past, regardless of who was right or wrong, I swear right here in front of Yorath that I'll never bring it up again."

He shot Ottilie a brief look. "You don't need to take that movie. I've already arranged one for you."

"Alright," Ottilie said, knowing when to back down.

"Actually," Jevon chimed in, "Echoes of Antiquity can't be released, and Nyssa sacrificed a lot for it. This movie Huxley is funding is her only project this year, and we don't even know if it'll get the green light. I've looked at the script you prepared for Ottilie. The villain role is perfect for Nyssa. It'll help her transition into a serious actress, which is great for her career and the agency. Plus, she can help carry Ottilie's performance."

Nyssa wasn't stupid. She immediately seized the opportunity to fight for the part.

A flash of surprise crossed Nyssa's remaining eye.

They hadn't even finished discussing business, and Yorath hadn't dismissed her, yet Ottilie dared to just walk away!

She was practically asking for a death sentence!

Nyssa realized she couldn't read Ottilie anymore.

Sitting on the sofa, Yorath's face was dark, the emotions in his eyes fluctuating violently.

He was usually so refined and polite.

But sitting there in absolute silence, the ruthless cruelty hidden deep inside him began to seep out.

Nyssa was terrified of him when he was like this.

Feeling a sudden chill in the air, she rubbed the goosebumps on her arms and quickly made an excuse to leave.

Back in her room, Ottilie pulled a nightgown from the closet, preparing to shower.

The moment she turned around, Yorath pulled her into a tight embrace.