Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 709

"You're all bullying me! I'm going to tell Mr. Morris, and you'll all be sorry!" Mignon cried, covering her face as she ran off.

Director Ward watched her go, shaking his head with a scornful laugh. "Marshall Morris is getting more foolish with age. If he keeps acting so recklessly, his downfall is inevitable."

After saying this, he walked over to Yvonne.

"Yvonne, thank you for your hard work today. We have two more scenes. Let's get them done quickly so we can wrap up early."

"Of course, Director Ward," Yvonne said with a polite and humble smile.

Director Ward nodded and patted her on the shoulder.

While Yvonne's acting wasn't world-class, her serious and humble attitude was commendable. It was rare to see someone with a powerful backer like Mr. Thompson be so down-to-earth.

Initially, Director Ward had worried Yvonne would be a diva, but the young woman was surprisingly approachable and never caused any trouble.

In contrast, Mignon, whom the producers had forced on him, acted like she owned the place without knowing her own limitations.

Thanks to Mignon's delays, the crew didn't wrap on time and ended up finishing very late.

When Yvonne got back to her hotel, she felt dizzy and lightheaded, almost collapsing.

"Yvonne, what's wrong?" her assistant asked, catching her arm.

"I think I caught a chill. Could you get me some hot water?" Yvonne said, sinking onto the sofa.

The assistant brought her a glass of hot water. After drinking it, Yvonne felt a little better.

She took a hot shower and then lay down, ready to sleep.

"Do you have a cold? Should I call a doctor?" the assistant asked worriedly.

He hung up and immediately dialed her assistant's number.

After receiving the call, the assistant rushed to Yvonne's room.

She quickly realized she couldn't wake Yvonne up. When she touched Yvonne's forehead, it was burning hot.

Yvonne wasn't just sleeping; she was delirious with fever.

Panicked, the assistant immediately called for an ambulance.

But before the ambulance could arrive, Bennett was already there.

"What happened to Yvonne?" he asked, his long, dark gray trench coat still carrying the chill of the night air.

"Yvonne has a high fever. She's unconscious. I've already called an ambulance, but it's not here yet," the assistant said, her eyes red with anxiety.