She could not believe how fickle the human heart could be.
One moment, someone's all smiles and friendly gestures; the next, they're ready to murder you.
"Don't rack your brain trying to make sense of a murderer's motives," Balfour said, his voice a mix of reassurance and sternness. "Just know she's locked up now, facing the music. She'll get her day in court. Maybe you should take a break from the set until then. I'd hate for anything else to happen."
He fell silent momentarily before venturing, "Are you really going to keep shooting this film?"
Ivy had wrestled with this question before. When Nolan confronted her, her reaction was irritation.
But now, hearing Balfour's concern, she was not so sure anymore.
This was her debut, her baby, and she dreamed of a grand finale for it.
But after the string of disasters on set, she questioned if her perseverance was even worth it.
Ivy finally replied with a deep, thoughtful sigh. “Give me a little time. I need to think it over. If it gets to be too much...”
Balfour nodded, standing to leave. “Alright. Take all the time you need. Mara’s waiting for me in the car. I should drop her off first.”
Underneath the covers, Ivy’s hand balled into a fist. She avoided Balfour’s gaze, offering no goodbye.
The sound of the door closing echoed through the empty hospital room, and only then did she know he was gone.
Bitterness churned inside her. She had no right to question why Mara chose this critical time to return.
There was no questioning it. Balfour and Mara had their whole lives to spend together annually, did they not?
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