Chapter 1017: Atonement
Sean Graham stared at the ground, his eyes losing focus little by little, and he fell into deep torment. The world seemed to be falling apart.
Sorry.
Since the accident, Sean has said sorry countless times; but the more he said it, the more he felt unsure, because he himself did not accept it, and an apology could not make up for his fault. Apart from other things, the pain Anson was experiencing now The torture and torture were all because of him, and the "apology" was too insignificant.
But what to do?
Even if his life is used to pay for it, it is far from enough.
Looking directly at the ground quietly, my thoughts gradually dispersed, escaping into an endless nothingness, letting myself float in the darkness.
"...Sean?"
A call came to my ears, like thunder, instantly dragging Sean back to the ground from the state of being suspended in mid-air, and his internal organs surged. But Sean didn't have time to think, his first reaction was to bow deeply.
“Sorry.”
The words blurted out subconsciously.
Norah was irritated for a while, "Why are you sorry? People who don't know think I have done something to force you to apologize?"
Sean was stunned and said again quickly, " I’m sorry, I shouldn’t apologize casually.”
Norah’s breath was stuck in her chest, and she saw at a glance that Sean’s bandaged hands were oozing with bright red, and then she realized that this was a craftsman. , all depends on these hands to eat.
However, Nora still controlled herself and did not relent casually, "I am Anson's mother, Nora, can you tell me what happened?"
Nora also knows that such craftsmen rely solely on their own skills to make a living. One accident and one mistake may cause them to lose their job; therefore, those who can join the "Spider-Man 2" crew must be industry masters. It stands to reason. He would make mistakes casually, and it would be such a major mistake.
So, she needs the truth.
Nora knew that Lucas should be investigating, but this did not affect her understanding of the situation.
Anger burned in Nora's chest, but this anger did not ignite reason, but instead became a concentrated force.
It wasn't until Nora finished asking in detail that she told Sean that Anson wanted to see him; but Anson needed to rest, so the time couldn't be too long.
Sean stood at the door of the ward, his right hand on the handle, but he hesitated——
He didn’t know how to face Anson, and seemed unable to do anything except a light apology. This feeling of powerlessness made him He was deeply frustrated.
Taking a deep breath and mustering up his courage, Sean pushed open the door to the room.
Easy.
It was quiet inside. It was so quiet that the sound of the door panel became clearer and clearer. Sean had to control himself gently. His heart was beating wildly and was about to fly out of his throat. .
On the hospital bed, Ansen closed his eyes quietly and peacefully, seeming to have fallen asleep.
Shaun became more and more embarrassed. If Anson was resting, should he go out? But Nora said that Anson wanted to talk to him, shouldn't he just leave like this?
A dilemma.
Shaun stood stiffly at the door, not knowing what to do for a moment.
"...I just confirmed that this is not a morgue or an operating room."
A voice came, and Sean was startled, and his heart almost burst out of his chest.
Looking towards the sound, Anson had woken up, with a smile on his lips.
"Sorry, I fell asleep while waiting. It seems that my mother should have tortured you. How many rounds of bombardment have you received today?"
Light , humorous, with a little ridicule.
But Sean couldn't laugh. He murmured his lips, but he couldn't make any sound, and there was no idea in his messy head. As a result, Anson's words just stayed there without beginning or end.
A little embarrassing.
Anson understands this scene.
As a worker in his previous life, Anson himself experienced such a situation:
Sometimes it is indeed his own mistakes that lead to bad situations, and sometimes it is due to other reasons but it is true. My own mishandling of the last moments led to bad situations, and sometimes I became the scapegoat to take the blame for others.
Everyone has their own responsibilities to bear; but at the same time, the mistake has been made, and in the end it is still necessary to clean up the mess. Instead of nagging about the mistake, it is better to face the immediate difficulties and disasters first——
If you can make up for your mistakes , of course it’s the best; but if that doesn’t work, it’s also a way to settle the old and new accounts together when the time comes.
In addition, there is another point, even if it is not Sean, it may be someone else, because Anson will continue to complete the filming on the crew. This is also the clear position that Anson immediately found Sam to express. In other words, Anson still needs to maintain his life in the hands of these wire masters.
They need to face this situation together.
So, seeing Sean at this moment, Anson understood immediately.
The corner of Anson's mouth twitched slightly, "You're not planning on apologizing, are you?"
Suddenly, Sean raised his head and looked at Anson.
Anson, "If apologizing works, then why do we need the police?"
Sean: ...
Anson, "No response, 'Meteor Garden'?" Isn’t it broadcast in the United States? Okay, forget it, my point is, I don’t need your apology, because what happened has happened, and an apology can’t change anything.”
Sean's expression struggled.
"But, I need your help." Anson changed the subject.
"Next, I need you to cooperate with the investigation so that we can find the real cause and avoid similar things from happening again. We need to find the culprit."
"Secondly, I need you to convene A team, wire masters and martial arts instructors, let us gather professional opinions to see if we can find a more stable and safe shooting method to form additional insurance instead of putting all the weight on the master's hands."
< br>“I know that it is getting harder and harder to find a job as a martial arts instructor now. Computer special effects have taken over your job. Wia masters may be completely eliminated in the future, and you can’t find apprentices now.”
"But I always believe that there are still directors who insist on using retro shooting techniques. This technique is still a unique art of film. However, we need to develop it slightly according to the changes of the times."
Shawn was shocked I was stunned, completely stunned:
Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?
He couldn't keep up with Anson's thoughts at all, so he opened his mouth slightly to hide his surprise.
“Of course, it’s not that you are unwilling to develop technology, but that you don’t have the funds.”
"Well, before the next victim shows up, I'd like to sign a check and let's do something meaningful, what do you think?"
Shaun is crazy, completely crazy——
Anson did not condemn him, not only did he not, but he also tried to help.
How did this happen?
Sean didn't realize it at all, he was panicked and scared, and he couldn't even be happy, "Anson... I'm sorry."
The words were so pale, and countless thoughts were bustling in my mind, but in the end they evolved into a fluttering word without any power.
"I just..." Sean froze on the spot, staring at Anson blankly.
Without warning, Anson's face turned pale, "Do you think I would lie here furious and feel sorry for myself and then vent my anger to everyone around me, wishing I could sacrifice you to heaven, and be defeated by a little accident?"
“Or do you think that if you make a mistake and you make a mistake, I can be comforted by simply being scolded, sued, bankrupted, and kicked out of the entire industry?”
(End of Chapter)