There was never any place for her by his side, or in his heart.

Now, Clara Grant could rightfully get in the car and accompany him to the hospital, while she could only watch helplessly as he drove away from her.

No matter how worried or anxious she was, there was no way she could follow them!

’Will I never have a chance to be by Seth Quinn’s side? Am I destined to always be a mere foil for someone else? Before, it was Autumn Shelby, and now it’s Clara Grant!’

’Clara Grant, why wasn’t it you who got shot? Why wasn’t it you!!!’

’Why did it have to be Seth Quinn?!!!’

’No, nothing can happen to Seth Quinn. Absolutely nothing! Otherwise, what would be the point of everything I’ve done? I did it all for him!’

But she had never, ever imagined he would rush forward and take that bullet for Clara Grant.

The moment she saw it was Seth Quinn who had been shot, her mind went blank. She just couldn’t understand how he had lunged forward so quickly.

’Precognition? Impossible! Telepathy? I don’t believe in it!’

Faye Jennings didn’t know how long she stood there until the sound of murmurs reached her ears.

"...Aren’t the guns on a film set supposed to have blanks? How could a real bullet have been fired?"

"Isn’t it obvious? Someone must have tampered with it."

"Are you sure?"

"What else could it be? A mistake by the props master? All props have to be strictly inspected before filming. How could such a rookie mistake happen?"

"True. So who do you guys think it was?"

"It’s obvious the person was after Clara. They just didn’t expect President Quinn to play the hero and save the damsel in distress."

"After Clara? Then doesn’t that mean...?"

"It has to be!"

"Don’t talk nonsense. There’s no proof. Be careful or she’ll sue you for slander."

Director Keane had clearly heard everyone’s discussion. He turned to look at them and rebuked them sternly, "Until the truth of the matter is investigated, no one is to spread idle gossip! If I hear any of it, you’ll face the consequences!"

"Then when will we find out the truth?" someone asked quietly.

Liam Keane added, "Don’t forget, we’ve already called the police. Once they get here, they’ll get to the bottom of it soon enough."

Everyone fell silent. The assistant director leaned in close to Liam Keane and said, "Director, before the police get here, let’s go question that extra and the props master first."

Liam Keane glanced at him, pondered for a moment, then nodded. He announced to the crowd, "Nobody is to leave. Everyone stay here and wait for the police to conduct their interviews."

With that, the two of them left.

Faye Jennings stared at their retreating backs, her eyes narrowing slightly. ’Right. They’ve already called the police. The cops will be here soon. I have to hurry and clean up this mess.’

Her gaze swept through the crowd before finally landing on Sandra.

Ever since Seth Quinn was shot, Sandra had been in a state of profound shock and hadn’t noticed when the police were called.

She only realized it after hearing Director Keane’s words just now.

Her eyes frantic, she stumbled back two steps and nearly fell to the ground.

Although everyone now suspected she was the "culprit," they also knew they couldn’t just baselessly accuse someone without proof. What if it wasn’t her?

So, someone still asked with concern, "Sandra, are you okay?"

"I’m... I’m fine." Sandra forced a smile, her voice weak and listless.

’How could I be fine? I’m absolutely terrified.’

’I was so sure I put a harmless bullet in the gun...’

’No, that’s not right. When I bought it, the seller clearly said that kind of bullet wouldn’t hurt anyone!’

’That’s why I dared to buy it. That’s why I dared to secretly swap out the blanks in the prop gun.’

’But how did something go wrong?’

’What do I do now? The police will be here any minute. Are they going to trace it back to me?’