After hearing the news, Drake's expression was inscrutable. He quickly took out his cell phone and looked at the number of missed calls on his phone. His expression suddenly became crestfallen.

"Mr. Thorne, is everything alright?" Seeing Drake become angry, the presenter asked carefully.

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Drake looked up at the occupants, then knocked on the table with a cold expression. "The company's development prospect is not clear enough. Go back and redo it. The meeting is over."

After saying this, Drake picked up his notebook and walked out of the conference room.

Drake was beating himself while in the car to the hospital. If only he had picked up the phone! Angelo never called him more than once, so this must have been an emergency. Drake sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He would never forgive himself if Angelo was hurt because of him, and he was not there when he needed him the most.

When he arrived at the hospital, he saw Acton pacing around in the waiting area. Seeing Drake walking inside, Acton quickly composed himself, "Sir, you finally came."

However, Drake just glanced at him coldly and replied, "How come Angelo was injured on YOUR set?"

If he knew Angelo would get hurt like this, he would not have agreed to let him act in the film in the first place.

Acton could feel Drake's anger dissipating off him. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead out of nervousness. One did not want to cross Drake Thorne when he was angry. He had heard of the stories of what he did to people that wronged him.

Acton lowered his head and murmured softly, "There was apparently something wrong with the harness."

Hearing this, Drake's hands balled into fists as he narrowed his eyes at the pathetic man standing in front of him. He felt like punching him and letting his anger go; however, he tried to calm himself down.

"And whose fault is that, Mr. Moore?"

"Sir, I swear I only order the best equipment for my shoots. I don't know how this happened…" Acton trailed off.

Drake kept silent for a long time, which made Acton even more frightened, but he clenched his teeth and summoned up his courage, saying, "Drake, this is all our responsibility. I will make proper compensation according to the contract, rest assured."

Hearing his words, Drake glanced at him cold-heartedly.

With a slight shiver, Acton knew clearly that Drake did not care about the compensation because the Thorne family was the richest in the city. Shit, he thought. "I should not have said that!" He wanted to slap himself hard because of his stupidity.

Drake raised his brows and looked at Acton with a mocking look, "Cancel the contract with Angelo."

Hearing this, Acton's eyes popped out of his head. This was his worst nightmare! He simply could not afford to lose Angelo. The press was already aware of his role, and taking him out now would make it extremely difficult for him to recoup with the losses! Angelo was a perfect match for the character, Elizabeth, in the film.

"Sir, today's incident is entirely my fault. I promise it will never happen again. Please let Angelo continue acting in the film." Acton hurried to assure Drake.

"No," Drake answered coldly, without any hesitation.

"Drake, please! You yourself invested so much in this movie. I can promise you this will not happen again! But please do not pull Angelo off the film. He has been doing so well, and it will not be good for him or us if we remove him. We can definitely pause shooting until he is back to his full self, but please reconsider removing him…"

With his position in the Thorne family, there was no need for Drake to consider Angelo's feelings. As the oldest sibling, he had the last say.

"I already said no, Mr. Moore. Do not make me take a further step," Drake glowered at the Director.

Acton put his hands up and backed away; it was better to talk some sense into Drake when he was calm. And perhaps, Angelo would be able to persuade him to continue letting her act.

The door of the emergency room finally opened, and Angela was pushed out on a stretcher. She seemed worse for her with her right arm in a cast and a bandage on her head. She was a bit pale, and the lack of her usual lipstick made her pale color stand out even more.

Drake assessed Angelo slowly and walked to the doctor. "How is he?"

Looking at Angelo, who seemed to be sleeping, Drake was furious. Acton, who was standing by and saw Angelo's condition, also felt nervous. She looked much worse now. At this time, the only thing that Acton could do was to pray that there was nothing seriously wrong with Angelo, or Drake would absolutely annihilate him.

Obviously, the doctor knew Drake, so she quickly took off her mask and replied in a hurry, "Mr. Thorne, Angelo has a slight concussion. His right arm was fractured, but it was a clean fracture. A few days' observation in the hospital and then bed rest for a few weeks and he will be back to his normal self!"

Hearing this, Acton was immensely relieved and looked at the doctor, thanking her.

"When will Angelo wake up?"

"After the effect of the anesthetic wears off, he will wake up." The doctor smiled and quickly hurried off to look at another patient.

The nurses wheeled Angelo to a private ward. Acton followed behind Drake and Angelo and watched as they carefully set Angelo in his new bed, making sure he was comfortable under Drake's watchful eyes.

Once Drake was satisfied with everything, he gave the room a once over and walked out, calling Hale to come to the hospital to be with Angelo. However, he hated leaving Angelo alone. He needed to get back to his office and that meeting.

While walking, Drake glared at Acton. He regretted dealing with this man now that he was the cause of Angelo being hurt.

Soon, Acton was the only one left in the ward. Looking at Angelo's sleeping face, Acton could not help but feel a bit dazed. When Angela Watts was alive, she often fell asleep reading her scripts, and her facial expression was identical to Angelo's. He frowned as he felt that same feeling engulf him as he had felt when he first met Angelo weeks ago in the Thorne dining room.

He laughed and shook his head. "You're going insane," Acton muttered to himself as he looked at Angelo's face once again, which was totally different from that of Angela.

Angela Watts was dead.

If only she were alive! Angela would be the perfect replacement for Angelo. But now, the film could not be finished without Angelo, but he dared not violate Drake's words. Acton only hoped that Angelo would persuade his brother.

Acton sighed and stood up, stretching. His muscles were aching, and he could feel a headache start to creep up. Ensuring Angelo was still asleep, he decided to go down and grab a coffee and a bite to eat. Perhaps, by then, Angelo would be up.