The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1016 Wholeheartedly
"……mom."

Anson called out, but Nora didn't respond.

Nora just hugged Anson tightly without saying a word, and hugged him for a long time, as if she had used up all her strength.

"mom."

Anson called out again, but Nora still didn't respond.

Anson looked a little helpless. To be honest, he was still not used to hugs.

After all, in his previous life, he could hardly remember when he had hugged someone, and relatives and family were still unfamiliar with expressing love in such a straightforward way; this made Anson curl up his arms and legs, and the longer the hug lasted, the more awkward it became.

"Mom, I can't breathe. My back, my back."

Finally, amid Anson's protests, Nora loosened her hands and carefully placed Anson back on the pillow, but she still stared at him intently.

That look made Anson feel a little restrained.

Nora took a deep breath, "In the past two years, you have become more and more resistant to hugs. Lucas is like this, but he has always been like this since he was a child. Now you are like this too. To be honest, I am a little sad."

Anson's heart paused. How should he tell Nora? A new soul had been replaced in this skin, a soul that was not good at expressing its true thoughts, a soul that was used to arming itself with layers of armor to fight against life, and the original soul had completely disappeared.

"But I know that deep down, you're still the same as before,"

After a pause, Nora looked at Anson quietly.

"Child, do you really like acting?"

The topic changed so quickly that Anson was stunned, but in front of Nora, he was not on guard, so Anson said directly, "Why did the topic get here?"

Three minutes ago, Nora rushed all the way from New Orleans to the hospital. She came all the way here as soon as possible and rushed into the ward like a tropical storm.

Originally, Anson thought that he was going to face a violent storm, and he was ready to lie there and endure the attack, but he didn't expect that Nora would hug him tightly without saying a word, and then the topic changed.

This was not the picture Anson had imagined.

Nora gave a bitter smile and said, "I hope you are safe. This kind of thing doesn't happen again. Seeing you lying here..." She paused.

Although Nora did not cry, and her eyes did not even turn red, her turbulent emotions could be clearly felt between the pauses when she took deep breaths.

So much so that Anson felt a little sorry, "Mom..."

Nora regained her sanity. "But we can't imprison you at home, right? No matter what job you do, even if you're just an office worker, you may encounter accidents and dangers. This is life. We have no way to control our fear, but at least we can control how we face it."

"So, I want you to be healthy, but I want you to be happy even more."

"Do you like acting? Are you happy?"

Nora looked at Anson quietly without further explanation, but Anson's eyes suddenly turned red.

Because he knew how much struggle and torment Nora had gone through to say these words, and because he realized that there were indeed people in this world who were happy purely for his happiness.

Anson was a little embarrassed.

He has always kept a normal mind, maintained his principle of enjoying the free and unrestrained life, and maintained his focus on not wasting his second chance; but deep down, he always keeps a distance and refuses to connect with others, for fear that he will be dragged into it and experience the ups and downs of life again.

But how should people define their lives?

Some people think it is fame, some think it is money, some think it is achievement, and some think it is the bond and entanglement between people. The memories left by family, love and friendship are not cold numbers or trophies, but vivid moments and pictures. Anson barely controlled himself, "Although it may be a bit ironic to say this in my current state, it is true that I like acting and I am very happy."

A small joke made Nora smile as well, "Okay. Then mom will support you."

So this is what it feels like to have someone's unconditional support. Happiness fills up your entire chest like a marshmallow, expanding softly and sweetly.

Anson's mouth curled up. "Maybe, you can attend a movie premiere with me some other day and really appreciate how I look on the big screen."

Nora said with a serious look on her face, “Lucas said he couldn’t understand it.”

Anson's eyes widened, he couldn't believe his ears, "Mom? How could Luca do that? You didn't even correct him?"

Nora shrugged lightly, "I'm a fair mother, and I won't refute Lucas's point of view until I have my own point of view."

Anson looked up at the sky, "No, I have to supervise Luca myself next time."

Lucas: A-choo!

After the little joke, Anson looked at Nora again, "Mom, there should be a Sean Graham outside. Can you let me meet him? Luca is too arbitrary. He refused all outsiders to visit him. He only allowed me to meet with the director for a short while. I need to see Sean."

Nora frowned slightly, "Who he is, is it important?"

Anson, "Master Weiya, that is..." Before he finished speaking, Anson could see Nora's face change, and he hurriedly explained, "It's because something is fishy, ​​so I should see him even more."

"No one is more self-blaming and painful than him. He didn't want this to happen. It may have a psychological shadow and even change his career."

Nora didn't buy it either. "Please don't be a saint and sympathize with the murderer. Anson, he should suffer. If he doesn't suffer, I will make him suffer."

Anson admitted that Nora and Lucas were right, but, "Believe me, I don't believe in Jesus Christ, and it's not my turn to forgive or convert. I'm not ready to imitate the Virgin Mary. I just want to... find out the truth and who should be held responsible for this matter."

"What if it's a case of collusion? We condemn the wrong person, but the real culprit remains at large. I cannot accept such a result."

Nora immediately grasped the point, "So, it wasn't just him who made the mistake?"

As soon as she said this, Nora's expression immediately became serious, but she didn't wait for Anson to answer. She just said, "I'll ask Lucas about this matter."

After all, Anson needs to rest now, and Nora doesn't want Anson to think too much.

Glancing at Anson again, Nora said, "Three minutes?"

Anson's eyes widened, unable to believe his ears: Only three minutes?

Nora, "Forget it. You should rest now."

Anson sighed, "Okay. Three minutes."

Nora nodded slightly in satisfaction, opened the door of the ward and walked out. She quickly scanned the room. Although they were all unfamiliar faces, Nora recognized Sean Graham at a glance.

His eyes were sunken and his face was pale. His hands were crossed, and his knuckles were white from using too much force. His lips, which had not had water for a long time, were like a dry Gobi desert, with layers of dead skin floating on them, and some flesh and blood could be vaguely seen. His unfocused eyes were filled with confusion and struggle, and it seemed that self-blame and regret were gnawing at his soul.

He deeply believed that the accident was caused by his own mistake.

However, Nora still couldn't sympathize with the other party, because it was Anson who was lying on the hospital bed. If there was a slight accident, Nora didn't dare to imagine it further and closed her eyes.

(End of this chapter)