After they finished fooling around in the bathroom, Yvonne felt her legs turn to jelly. Bennett had to carry her out.
Her hair was still wet, and Bennett sat on the edge of the bed, carefully drying it for her. Yvonne, wrapped in the comforter, had already drifted off to sleep.
She slept soundly, but not for long. The next morning, she was back on set bright and early for makeup.
Yvonne fell back into the routine of filming. A month later, she received another call from Jeffrey.
He had been careful not to disturb her. After Teresa's accident, he had been juggling his job and taking care of their mother, shouldering all the responsibility himself.
For him to call her now meant one of two things: either Teresa had passed away and he was calling about the funeral, or she had woken up.
Yvonne hesitated for a moment before answering the phone.
"Yvonne, Mom's awake. But she's not in a good state. She's hysterical and insists on seeing you. She keeps saying she dreamed you died, and she's been crying uncontrollably… Can you come to the hospital and see her?"
Jeffrey's voice, heavy with exhaustion, came through the phone.
Yvonne's grip on her phone tightened, and her heart began to pound erratically.
She instinctively pressed a hand to her chest. It had been a long time since this had happened. The residual emotions of the body's original owner were reacting again.
"Okay, I'll come over after I wrap for the night," Yvonne replied calmly before ending the call.
The shoot ran late that day. By the time Yvonne arrived at the hospital, it was already dark.
Teresa was still in the same VIP room, but this time, none of the James family members were there. The room was quiet.
The James family had always been opportunistic, their eyes fixed on personal gain, with no room for genuine affection.

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