Chapter 222 Thalia Almost Got Killed
Aaron was left speechless for a moment.
Looking at Thalia, he thought for a bit: "But since they've come to apologize, it would seem a bit inappropriate not to go."
"How about we just go along with it?"
"Is Aaron trying to coax Thalia?" Someone nearby saw this scene and whispered to others.
"Sort of!"
"If I were Thalia, I wouldn't go either. That guy tried to assault her, and when he was assaulting her, did he think about how rich Thalia's family was? Now that he knows how serious this is, he comes out to apologize? How interesting! If Thalia's family wasn't rich and couldn't pay to cover this mess, we wouldn't even be able to shoot this show. Thalia used to be just an actress, but now she's also an investor!"
"Aaron wouldn't force Thalia to go, would he?"
"He can't!"
"Acting all high and mighty?" Nora's assistant passed by and threw out that comment.
Drawing frequent glances from everyone.
"Why should I compromise for someone like that? Compromise them and wrong myself?" Thalia questioned Aaron.
She continued: "Just because someone offended me and found a middleman to say some nice words, I have to forgive them? That's ridiculous. Even if I'm going to give face, it depends on whether I'm willing to give it!"
"You're really something!" Aaron said irritably.
Thalia shrugged nonchalantly: "He touched me. If my dad were here, wouldn't he twist off his skull and pour chili powder in to make him explode on the spot?"
Aaron: ......... I've heard about that.
After finishing shooting in the evening, Thalia removed her hair accessories and leisurely walked toward the restaurant, with Isla following behind, nagging.
"Thalia, Mr. Brown said you shouldn't go around alone like this. It's dangerous."
"Don't I have you and John?"
"What if they use some high-tech weapon and shoot you dead?"
Thalia: ........ "We live in a society with rule of law. Can you think positive thoughts?"
The restaurants on the streets of the film studio were crowded and chaotic. Thalia came here often and usually didn't think much of it, but after Isla's scare today, she just wanted to quickly get takeout and bring it home.
She had just packed her food and was about to leave when she turned around and saw a motorcycle speeding past. Thalia clearly saw the man pull a dagger from his pocket, coming straight for her neck. If John hadn't been quick to pull her back, she'd probably be dead now.
"Are you okay?" John had one hand pulling Thalia's arm and the other supporting her waist to prevent her from falling.
Thalia was about to shake her head and say she was fine when Isla's scream rang out, trembling as she pointed at her arm: "Thalia."
Thalia looked down and saw a huge gash in her long-sleeved sun protection shirt, with blood continuously flowing out.
Hospital.
There was only one decent hospital near the film studio. The emergency room doctor on duty was used to receiving people injured while filming in the middle of the night and wasn't surprised.
When he saw Thalia take off her sun protection shirt and reveal the wound, he was shocked: "This wound doesn't look like an accident. It looks like it was caused by a sharp weapon. A knife?"
"Ran into a criminal who attacked with a knife on the street."
The doctor was stunned, not knowing what to say for a moment, then started comforting Thalia: "It's okay, doctors are just like you guys - high-risk profession. We're here with you!"
"Thanks!" You're pretty nice.
"No problem, we're all in the same boat. You risk your life as an actress, I risk my life as a doctor."
Thalia: .........
.......
"Gregory, I saw people on the street saying some actress got slashed with a knife. Could it be Thalia?"
Gregory came out after showering, wearing a bathrobe and leaning on the sofa reading a script. Hearing Luca's words, he looked up at him: "Are there photos?"
"No."
"But I'm guessing there's a ninety percent chance it's Thalia."
"Based on what?"
"It's not easy for her to stay alive! Look how long we've known her - dead father, suing ex-boyfriend, kidnapped, almost assaulted....."
Luca counted on his fingers Thalia's recent tragic encounters, each one thrilling and dangerous.
Gregory listened, his brows furrowed, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"Makes sense, right?"
.........
Isla watched the doctor treat Thalia's wound, her heart pounding: "Good thing John pulled you back, otherwise that knife would have gone straight for your neck. If you had died, what would I do?"
Thalia: ........
"Isla, get out."
"Thalia."
Thalia's face darkened as she called out to John: "Take her out."
When she came out of the hospital and returned to the apartment, she happened to see William coming out of the master bedroom in home clothes.
As soon as Thalia saw William, her expression got even worse - both wronged and angry.
"What happened? What's wrong with your hand?"
"Did you offend someone?" Thalia stared at William, trying to see through him.
Her intuition told her that the enemies around her didn't have the ability to kill someone on the street, but William's enemies were highly suspicious.
"First tell me what happened." Compared to Thalia's emotional turmoil, William was much calmer. He walked over, supporting Thalia with one hand while bending down to get slippers and place them by Thalia's feet.
To Thalia, this scene was nothing special, but observers were moved. With William's status and wealth, why would he need to do such things to serve a woman!
Yet he did it smoothly, as if it were a daily routine.
"John, you tell him."
William could see Thalia was emotional and turned his attention to the only reliable person.
John briefly explained what happened. When William heard the part about the knife going for her neck, his expression suddenly darkened.
"Go downstairs and find Finn, have him take you to handle this."
"Okay."
The door closed. Thalia looked at William: "The more I think about it, the more wrong it seems. If it was really something on my end, if they wanted to kill me, they should have done it before my dad was about to die, not wait until now. When Ethan directly took the body away a few days ago, I already felt something was off. William, you're not planning to kill me and then take my fortune, are you? Use my money to find other women?"
William was still thinking about how to answer her first analysis when the second statement came out.
It made him laugh in exasperation: "That little bit of money you have, I don't care about it. You've been filming too much, your brain's not working right? Stop watching so many wife-murder cases."
"So you're admitting it? This trouble is because of you?"