After dinner, Troy Ritter drove away. Eleanor Gomez and Veronica Murphy accompanied him to the elevator, watching him enter before returning to Veronica Murphy’s room.
Once inside the room, Eleanor Gomez tossed her crutches aside and hobbled over to the sofa. She reached out and picked up the fruit knife on the table, pressing the button and causing the blade to spring out.
She propped up her plastered leg on the table and began scratching at the cast with the fruit knife. Observing this, Veronica Murphy furrowed her brow and asked, “What are you doing?”
“This thing is so heavy and uncomfortable to wear,” Eleanor Gomez replied. “You have a broken leg, are you out of your mind?”
“Tsk, it’s not a big deal. When I was a child in the hidden clan, I fell off horses every few days. I’ve broken bones countless times. It’s not that significant.”
“Then why did you…” Veronica Murphy reached out and touched her nose, puzzled. “Who were you pretending for?”
Eleanor Gomez continued scratching at the cast with the fruit knife, tilting her head to look at Veronica Murphy. “For your boyfriend.”
Veronica Murphy: “…” What kind of scheme is this?
Swish, swish…
The sound of the knife blade scraping against the cast echoed in the living room, one after another, causing some unnecessary annoyance.
Veronica Murphy couldn’t help but express her concern. “You should still go to the hospital. It wouldn’t be good if you accidentally hurt your leg.”
“I’m not that foolish.”
As Eleanor Gomez spoke, she continued to remove the cast. After much effort and over ten minutes of struggling, she finally took off the cast.
Eleanor Gomez immediately stood up, shook her previously injured leg, and said, “Tsk tsk, it feels so good without the cast.” This scene surprised Veronica Murphy. “Your leg doesn’t hurt?”
“What’s there to hurt?” Eleanor Gomez paused for a moment, suddenly realizing something. She stood in place and turned around, saying, “Look, I’m perfectly fine.”
“You were supposed to be bedridden for a hundred days with a bone injury, and yet…”
Isn’t this recovery too fast?
Seeing Veronica Murphy’s bewildered expression, Eleanor Gomez couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ve always healed faster than normal people when I was a child. If it weren’t for the act I put on in front of your boyfriend and Troy Ritter, how could they trust me to stay by your side?”
They thought that Eleanor Gomez with a limping leg would be more obedient. Little did they know that it was all an act by Eleanor Gomez. Veronica Murphy had no words to respond and could only give her a thumbs up. “Impressive.”
“Alright, you go to work. I need to go out for a while.”
Eleanor Gomez said and walked straight out of the living room. Veronica Murphy was a bit uneasy. “Where are you going?” she asked.
“Don’t worry, I won’t get lost. I’ll contact you if anything comes up,” Eleanor Gomez replied as she walked out of the living room and closed the door.
It was already 8 o’clock in the morning, and Veronica Murphy was in a hurry to go to the set, so she didn’t ask much.
Firstly, Eleanor Gomez was skilled and no one could bully her. Secondly, she was carefree by nature, so it was highly unlikely to keep her by her side. She left the hotel and drove to the set. When she arrived on set, everyone looked at her with curious eyes.
“Isn’t that Veronica Murphy?”
“I thought she was dead.”
“What’s going on? This is too unbelievable.”
“If she didn’t die, where did she go yesterday?”
Everyone had a big question mark in their heads, wondering where Veronica Murphy had gone yesterday and where she had returned from.
Veronica Murphy ignored the curious looks from everyone and went straight to find the director. Inside the lounge, Sam Symons and Director Zhao were sitting and talking, with a worried expression on their faces, as if they had encountered a difficult problem.
“Sam Symons, Director Zhao,” Veronica Murphy walked in and greeted them. The two, who had just been filled with worries, immediately brightened up when they saw Veronica Murphy, their eyes filled with joy.
