Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 216: Grandpa Sinclair Admitted to the Hospital

"Are you knowledgeable about ergency procedures?" Elias Sinclair’s narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, with a mysterious glint that made it hard to read him, and his gaze was as deep as an unfathomable well.

"Ah?" Quinn Lockwood was montarily caught off guard. She instinctively blinked and looked at Elias Sinclair. When she noticed the scrutiny and curiosity in his gaze, she instantly understood the implication of his words.

Quinn’s eyes shifted slightly, as if trying to hide her slightly unnatural expression. She feigned calmness and waved her hand, saying, "Not really knowledgeable. It’s just that I had a role many years ago that involved such a scene, and I practiced for a long ti. I finally learned it, but it never got fild."

After saying this, Quinn was imnsely impressed with her ability to make things up.

She was never good at lying and never liked it. But having soone like Elias Sinclair, who was sharp and quick-thinking, as a friend had truly honed her skill in this area to perfection.

"Didn’t get fild?" A slight glint appeared in Elias’s eyes, and his expression beca less severe than before.

"It must have been due to budget issues or sothing. It was a few years ago, so I don’t rember clearly." Quinn ruffled her hair in frustration, as if trying hard to recall the specifics.

Listening to Quinn’s answer, Elias’s brow furrowed slightly.

Her response had no issues either in logic or in content, yet he felt sothing was slightly off.

At that mont, Elias’s phone rang; it was the landline from The Sinclair Residence.

"Sir, sothing’s wrong, Grandpa Sinclair has slipped."

"What?" Elias’s body tensed slightly, and upon hearing this, Quinn beca equally anxious. They hurriedly rushed back to The Sinclair Residence.

When they arrived at The Sinclair Residence, they saw Grandpa Sinclair lying weakly on the bed.

"What happened? How are you taking care of Grandpa? Why wasn’t he taken to the hospital?" Elias asked coldly, his eyes dark with an overflowing intensity as he looked at the group of servants.

The servants, seeing their master’s increasingly grim expression, could only sigh inwardly and kept their heads down, not daring to speak.

"Quickly get in touch with the doctor and hospital." Elias’s tone was calm yet stern as he walked briskly to the window, looking worriedly at the frail Grandpa Sinclair.

"It’s okay, Elias, I’m fine," Grandpa Sinclair moved slightly, discreetly tugging Elias’s arm and blinking at Quinn’s direction, as if hinting at sothing.

Quinn was very concerned about Grandpa’s situation. She stepped forward, her small face tightly knitted in worry, and said, "Grandpa, it’s better to follow Elias’s suggestion and go to the hospital for a checkup. We need to make sure you’re all right; it could be serious if there’s an injury."

"Savannah, Grandpa just took a small tumble, nothing major." Grandpa Sinclair squeezed Elias’s arm and gave him a pleading look.

Elias knitted his eyebrows slightly and was about to say sothing when Quinn, sitting beside him, pouted and said seriously, "No way, you’re getting older, and your bones are brittle. Issues like these shouldn’t be taken lightly."

Seeing Quinn’s serious and earnest attitude, Grandpa Sinclair clenched his teeth and nodded in agreent.

As long as his granddaughter-in-law could stay, he’d even agree to a hospital stay!

And so, Grandpa Sinclair was taken to the hospital for a comprehensive check-up. Given his age and poor health, Quinn suggested that Grandpa should stay in the hospital for a few days for proper care.

The next day, Quinn participated in a culinary review show. But before she went on stage, she saw Ariana Lynch being interviewed by the host.

Quinn’s good mood instantly vanished.

Ariana’s leg had fully recovered, and it seed a lot of trouble awaited Quinn next.

"Ariana, rumors online say your relationship with Savannah Lowell isn’t very good. Of course, we know you two have had many collaborations, so what’s the actual relationship between you two?" the female host asked.

Ariana was dressed in a saffron-colored cheongsam with a slit, her long, slender legs crossed gracefully as she sat elegantly.

She smiled politely at the host and audience before slowly saying, "Savannah and I have had many collaborations. She’s a very hardworking junior actress, and I’ll take good care of her."

The host continued with so irrelevant questions, and Quinn snickered, finding Ariana imnsely hypocritical.

She would love to see how the audience would react if they knew Ariana’s deceitful and sinister nature.

During the comrcial break, Ariana stepped off the stage to rest and happened to see Quinn having her makeup touched up.

Ariana was montarily stunned, then a glint flashed in her beautiful eyes as she turned and walked towards the television station’s office area.

In the second half, when the host invited the special guest judges on stage, Quinn finally appeared.

Sitting in the judge’s area, next to her was Ariana. After an exchange of polite nods and smiles, they had no further interaction.

"Now let’s welco today’s contestants." As the host’s voice fell, chefs of various levels from different restaurants appeared, followed by the crew preparing tools for the chefs.

After introducing them one by one, the competition began in earnest. The main task was for the chefs to prepare their specialty dishes within the allocated ti, which would then be evaluated and voted on by both professional judges and special guest judges like Quinn.

"Why is contestant number 5 alone on stage? Where’s your assistant?" the host asked.

A staff mber in a black uniform approached and whispered sothing in the host’s ear.

"Apologies, everyone. It turns out this contestant’s assistant is unwell and has been taken to the hospital. So let’s choose one of the special guest judges to be the assistant for contestant number 5."

After the host finished speaking, he received na cards from the crew, which bore the nas of Quinn and the other three special guest judges. None of them were aware of such an arrangent and looked at each other with puzzlent.

Ariana subtly curled her lips, her expression carrying a cryptic hint.

"Miss Savannah Lowell, please co on stage." The host shook the card with Quinn’s na written on it and gestured for her to co up. Instantly, all the caras focused on Quinn.

The mont the host drew Quinn’s card, the audience and viewers watching the live broadcast were filled with uproar.