As Seth Quinn was about to fall on top of her, Clara Grant wrapped her arms around his back to support herself.

But her hand touched something warm—a sticky warmth.

She instinctively pulled her hand back to look. Her entire palm was covered in crimson.

Clara Grant’s mind went blank for a second. ’Seth is bleeding? Did he... did he really get shot?’

’But that gun wasn’t supposed to be loaded, was it? So what just happened?!’

But she had no time to think, because Seth Quinn was sliding off of her.

Clara Grant snapped back to her senses, using all her strength to hold him up, but she was too weak. Seth Quinn continued to slide toward the ground.

Thankfully, Miles Quinn had also come to his senses and caught Seth from behind, preventing him from hitting the ground too hard.

"Seth! Seth, are you okay?" Miles Quinn knelt on the ground, shouting at his brother. Seeing no response, he whirled around and roared at the crew, "Are you all stupid? Get a car over here, now! Hurry!"

At that moment, Director Keane, who had already reacted by having someone secure the actor playing the assassin along with the gun, rushed over as well.

"Young Master Quinn, I’ve already sent someone for a car."

They were too far from the city. Waiting for an ambulance would waste too much time. The best course of action was to drive President Quinn to the nearest hospital themselves.

As Seth Quinn collapsed, Clara Grant went down with him, kneeling on the ground and cradling his upper body.

The blood was flowing quickly; Clara Grant’s sleeves were soaked in crimson.

She looked at Seth Quinn’s tightly furrowed brow, her heart pounding with a helpless panic.

The noisy clamor and panicked chaos of the people around her faded away. She couldn’t see or hear them. She couldn’t even hear the voices of Miles Quinn and Director Keane, who were right beside her.

It was as if she had suddenly lost all her senses. All she could do was reach out to touch his face, gently stroking his brow with her thumb, trying to smooth the worried lines.

’If I can just smooth his brow,’ she thought, ’he won’t be in pain anymore. He’ll be safe.’

"Seth..." Her lips trembled. The sound that escaped was a mere whisper, and tears instantly streamed down her cheeks before she could say another word.

Though her voice was faint, Seth Quinn seemed to hear it, his eyes turning to look at her.

He opened his mouth as if to speak, but in the end, he only managed to force a smile for her.

That smile only made Clara Grant’s tears fall faster. "Seth... Seth, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry..."

’I’m sorry,’ she thought, ’because if he hadn’t tackled me, that bullet would have hit me.’

Seth Quinn kept smiling. He raised a hand to wipe away her tears, but the movement pulled at the wound on his back, causing him to pause.

Clara Grant quickly grabbed his hand. "Don’t move, don’t move..."

Seth Quinn swallowed, moistening his dry throat, and parted his lips to speak. "Okay... I won’t move... You... don’t cry..."

His tone didn’t sound weak, but the effort it took was obvious.

Clara Grant nodded repeatedly. "Okay, I won’t cry, I won’t cry..."

But even as she said it, her tears continued to fall like pearls from a broken string.

"It’s just... a shot... to the back, that’s all. I’m fine..."

Seth Quinn tried to continue reassuring her, but Clara Grant hurriedly cut him off.

"Of course you’ll be fine! Don’t forget, you’re a domineering CEO! All the domineering CEOs in novels and TV shows are invincible. You are too."

Though she said that, she had no confidence in her words at all.

’Aren’t domineering CEOs in the shows supposed to be super tough?’ she thought. ’They get shot, stabbed, slashed... no matter what hits them, they always remain standing. They can lose gallons of blood and still sound powerful, can’t they?’