The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1399 Resisting Reality
"Hey, Mom..."

In the silence, a hoarse cry broke the silence. Nora woke up suddenly, turned her head and looked over. When she saw Anson's eyes, a smile immediately appeared on the corners of her mouth.

"You're awake now. How do you feel? How's your body? Are you feeling unwell?"

Nora asked a series of questions while looking Anson up and down, afraid of missing any details or corners, as if she was looking at a puzzle that might fall apart at any time.

The fragility revealed in his eyes could not be concealed.

Falling into Anson's eyes, he grinned, "Mom, I'm not a porcelain doll that will break if touched lightly. There's no need to pay attention to me with a level one alert look."

Even at this point, Anson was still joking, proving that he was in good form.

However, Nora couldn't smile, the worry weighed heavily on her chest, "So, how are you feeling now, is there anything you want to eat?"

"Nora brand chicken soup. Mom, I want to drink the chicken soup you made. It has that special flavor that was inadvertently burnt while you were busy with other things. It's your signature."

This time, Anson's joke finally made Nora's mouth curl up slightly.

Anson's expression also relaxed, and he let out a long breath, "Mom, I'm fine, don't look at me with that expression, small things have become big things."

Nora looked at Anson who was so carefree and nonchalant, and finally couldn't help but smile slightly, "You still have a little conscience. At least you know this is a small matter and didn't say we made it up."

Anson: Ahem.

Watching Anson silently looking away, Nora's anger broke through her rationality.

"Anson Wood, you still have the mind to joke with me here?"

"This is your second hospitalization in half a year. The time between the two was less than six months. Once you were almost paralyzed, and once... once you were almost..."

Nora stopped talking and braked suddenly. She didn't know how to describe the situation. If she exposed the situation rashly, would it hurt Anson further?
She didn't understand and didn't dare to think about it.

"Anson, do you really want to continue to make your mother worry about you like this?"

Nora regretted it as soon as she said it. Now it was Anson who was lying on the hospital bed facing pain, but she selfishly tried to trap Anson and make Anson feel guilty in the name of mother. This was not her original intention, but the words still came out uncontrollably, which made Nora a little sad.

Nora opened her mouth to apologize, but this time, Anson beat her to it.

"Only in this way can you continue to enjoy the joy of being a mother."

Nora: ...

Looking at Anson's well-behaved expression, Nora almost lost her breath, but in the end, she just laughed and looked at Anson helplessly. She could never be angry with him. Over the years, this seemed to have become a habit.

She knew that she shouldn't spoil her youngest son, but that was how she felt and there was nothing she could do.

"You, you're just a mean person." Nora shook her head gently. "Be careful if you continue like this, you won't have any friends in Hollywood."

Anson looked as if he had suddenly realized something. "Ah, so this is the reason. I finally found it. Thank you for clearing up my confusion."

Looking at Anson like this, a hint of bitterness suddenly appeared on Nora's tongue without warning, and the smile paused at the corner of her mouth. An indescribable sadness and pain was gently pulling at her, sour and dull, which made Nora turn her face away in embarrassment, trying to hide her surging emotions.

Anson noticed, "Mom..."

However, the conversation could not continue because Anson did not know where to start or how to express himself.

There was a brief pause in the conversation, and Charles pushed the door open, looked at Anson and then at Nora, "What's wrong?"

Nora took a deep breath and quickly sorted out her emotions, "No, it's okay."

Nora patted Anson's arm and said, "I'm going to make chicken soup now, wait for me."

After saying that, Noila hurriedly took steps and fled, all the way to the outside of the ward, leaning against the wall, letting her vulnerability be exposed. A deep sense of powerlessness pulled her body down, and she was almost unable to stand. "Mom?"

Nora called out and looked up to see Lucas.

Lucas, who hadn't slept the whole night, looked even more gloomy, like a drop of thick ink that could not be dissolved even if it fell into clear water.

Lucas already carries too much guilt and pressure on his shoulders.

Nora quickly stood up again and smiled. "Anson wants to drink the chicken soup I made. I'll go ask if the hotel kitchen can be used by me. I hope the hotel chef will not collapse on the spot when he sees my cooking method."

Patting Lucas on the shoulder, Nora didn't stay any longer.

Finally, Lucas was the only one left, standing quietly at the door of the ward, his face covered by a shadow, making it impossible to see his eyes clearly.

Looking up, Lucas saw Charles in the ward taking deep breaths to muster up his courage.

"Anson..." Charles called softly, hesitating slightly but without pausing, "Do you remember what happened last night?"

Anson's expression was slightly stunned.

Nightmare. Car accident. Jack.

True and false, real and imaginary are intertwined, some things really happened, some things are just dreams, and some things are the scenes in memory reappearing.

He wasn't sure.

Charles noticed the hesitation and struggle on Anson's face, his brows slightly furrowed, and the pain that flashed inadvertently weighed heavily on Charles' chest.

Charles asked again in a low voice, "Anson, where is Jack? Where is Jack now?"

Anson came back to his senses, "Huh?"

Charles, "Jack Forrester, did you see Jack yesterday?"

Anson blinked. So, the car accident last night was not a dream?
Slowly raising his head, Anson looked out the window of the ward, and then, there was Jack.

In the corridor overpass opposite the ward, Jack was waving his hands constantly, trying to attract Anson's attention. At this moment, their eyes finally met, and the smile on Jack's face bloomed completely without reservation. The joy that came from the heart proudly blossomed under the sun.

Jack put his hands over his mouth, making a trumpet shape but silently mouthing the question, "Are you okay?"

Anson was about to respond when he suddenly realized something.

If Jack appeared here safe and sound, then last night's car accident must have been a dream, right?
Otherwise, how to explain everything?
So, was everything that happened last night a dream? One dream superimposed on another, waking up from one dream and entering another dream; then what was going on now, how did he get to the hospital, from the hotel room to the hospital ward, he had no memory of anything.

Anson did not speak, but Charles noticed Anson's movements and followed Anson's gaze.

Opposite the window, on the corridor overpass, there was no one there.

However, Anson's eyes seemed to be talking to the air.

Charles' heart trembled slightly, "Anson, is Jack here?"

Anson was very surprised. He looked away and stared at Charles with wide eyes.

Charles, "Anson, this is a hospital. This floor is a VIP room. Ordinary people cannot come in easily without permission. But why is Jack here?"

"Just like last time at Mount Sinai Hospital, how did Jack sneak into the ward?"

"Anson, what's going on?"

(End of this chapter)