The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1017 Atoning for one’s sins
Sean Graham stared at the ground, his eyes losing focus bit by bit, and he fell into deep torment. The world seemed to be falling apart.

Sorry.

Sean has apologized countless times since the accident; but the more he says it, the more unsure he feels, because he himself doesn't buy it. An apology cannot make up for his mistakes. Putting aside other things, all the pain and torture Anson is experiencing now is because of him. The "apology" is really too insignificant.

But what to do?
Even if he used his life to pay for it, it would not be enough.

Staring at the ground quietly, my thoughts gradually dissipated and escaped into an endless nothingness, allowing myself to float and sink in the darkness.

"…Sean?"

A call came from his ear, like a thunder, instantly dragging Sean back to the ground from the state of floating in the air. His internal organs were churning, but Sean had no time to think, his first reaction was to bow deeply.

"Feel sorry."

The words came out subconsciously.

Nora was annoyed. "What are you apologizing for? People who don't know would think I did something to force you to apologize."

Sean was stunned, and quickly said again, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't apologize so casually."

Nora's breath was stuck in her chest. She saw Sean's bandaged hands, which were oozing with bright red. Only then did she realize that he was a craftsman who made a living with his hands.

However, Nora still controlled herself and did not soften her heart easily. "I am Anson's mother, Nora, can you tell me what happened?"

Nora also knew that such craftsmen relied on their skills to make a living, and an accident or a mistake might cause them to lose their jobs; therefore, those who were able to join the "Spider-Man 2" crew must be masters of the industry, and logically would not make mistakes casually, let alone such a serious mistake.

So, she needs the truth.

Nora knew Lucas was probably investigating, but that didn't stop her from understanding the situation.

Anger burned in Nora's chest, but this anger did not ignite reason. Instead, it became a focused force.

It was not until Nora had asked detailed questions that she told Sean that Anson wanted to see him; but Anson needed to rest, so the time could not be too long.

Sean stood at the door of the ward, his right hand on the handle, but hesitant -

He didn't know how to face Anson. It seemed that he couldn't do anything except say a light apology. This feeling of powerlessness made him deeply frustrated.

Taking a deep breath and mustering up his courage, Sean pushed open the door.

Yea.

Inside, it was quiet. It was so quiet that the sound of the door became clearer. Sean had to control himself carefully. His heart was beating so wildly that it almost jumped out of his throat.

On the hospital bed, Anson closed his eyes quietly and peacefully, as if he had fallen asleep.

Sean became more and more uneasy. If Anson was resting, should he go out? But Nora said that Anson wanted to talk to him, so shouldn't he just leave?

dilemma.

Sean stood stiffly at the door, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"…I just confirmed that this is neither a morgue nor an operating room."

A voice came, and Sean was startled, his heart almost jumping out.

Looking in the direction of the voice, Anson had woken up with a smile on his face.

"Sorry, I fell asleep while waiting. It seems that my mother must have tortured you. This is the nth round of bombardment you have received today?"

Light, humorous, and a little teasing.

But Sean couldn't laugh. He pursed his lips but couldn't make any sound. His messy head didn't have any thoughts. So Anson's words just stayed there without a beginning or an end.

A little embarrassing.

Anson understood this scene.

As a worker in his previous life, Anson himself had experienced this situation:
Sometimes it is indeed my own mistakes that lead to bad situations, sometimes it is due to other reasons but it is indeed my improper handling at the last moment that leads to bad situations, and sometimes I become a scapegoat and take the blame for others.

Everyone has their own responsibilities to bear; but at the same time, the mistakes have been made, and the mess still needs to be cleaned up in the end. Instead of nagging about the mistakes, it is better to face the difficulties and disasters in front of you first.

If you can make amends, that would be great; but if not, then settling the old and new accounts together is also a solution.

In addition, there is another point. Even if it is not Sean, it may be someone else, because Anson will continue to complete the filming in the crew. This is also the clear position that Anson expressed when he found Sam at the first time. In other words, Anson still needs to maintain his life in the hands of these wire masters.

They need to face this situation together.

So, when Anson saw Sean at this moment, he immediately understood.

Anson's mouth twitched slightly, "You are not planning to apologize, are you?"

Suddenly, Sean raised his head and looked at Anson.

Anson, "If an apology is useful, then what do we need the police for?"

Sean: …

Anson, "No reaction, 'Meteor Garden'? Isn't it broadcast in the United States? Well, forget it, my point is, I don't need your apology, because what happened has already happened, and an apology can't change anything."

Sean's expression struggled.

"But I need your help." Anson changed the subject.

"Next, I need you to cooperate with the investigation so that we can find the real cause and prevent similar incidents from happening again. We need to find the culprit."

"Secondly, I need you to gather a team, including wire artists and martial arts instructors. Let's gather professional opinions and see if we can find a more stable and safer way to shoot, as an additional insurance, instead of putting all the pressure on the hands of the master."

"I know that it's getting harder and harder to find a job as a martial arts instructor. Computer special effects are replacing your jobs. Wire artists may be completely eliminated in the future, and you can't find apprentices now."

"But I always believe that there are still directors who insist on using retro shooting techniques. This technique is still a unique art of film. It's just that we need to develop it a little bit according to the changes of the times."

Sean was stunned, completely stunned:
Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?
He couldn't follow Anson's train of thought at all, so he opened his mouth slightly and couldn't hide his surprise.

"Of course, it's not that you don't want to develop technology, but you don't have the funds."

"Well, I'm willing to write a check and let's do something meaningful before the next victim comes along, what do you say?"

Sean is crazy, completely crazy——

Anson did not condemn him; instead, he tried to help.

How did this happen?
Sean was completely unaware, panicked and terrified, and even unable to be happy, "Anson... I'm sorry."

Words are so pale. There are countless thoughts bustling in my mind, but in the end they all evolve into a light word without any power.

"I just..." Sean froze in place, staring at Anson blankly.

Without warning, Anson's face fell. "You think I'm going to lie here and rage and blame myself, and then take my anger out on everyone around me, wanting to sacrifice you to the heavens, and be defeated by the slightest accident?"

"Or do you think that if you make a mistake, you can simply be scolded, sued, bankrupted, and kicked out of the entire industry, which can comfort me?"

(End of this chapter)