Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 265: White Swan

After breakfast, Elias Sinclair dropped Quinn Lockwood off at the film set entrance and then headed to the company.

Aside from Tiffany Young’s occasional sarcastic remarks, the morning shoot went fairly smoothly.

Because Ariana Lynch wasn’t present, the director decided to film Quinn Lockwood’s important scenes first.

"Savannah Lowell, get ready. We’ll start shooting the ballet scene shortly."

"This is dance teacher Lina. After changing, you can discuss the details with Teacher Lina." The stage manager led a graceful young dance teacher to the dressing room.

"Hello, Teacher Lina. Sorry to trouble you later." Quinn Lockwood stood up and politely greeted Lina.

Although Quinn Lockwood had a dance background since childhood, she wasn’t very familiar with ballet, and she genuinely worried whether she could display her best performance.

Lina nodded in response to Quinn Lockwood, then followed the stage manager to wait in the dance studio.

The white chiffon ballet dress accentuated Quinn Lockwood’s already fair and slender neck, making it appear even more skeletal and alluring. With her hair styled in a high bun, her elegant and beautiful aura was like a proud and solitary white swan standing at the center of a fairy pool.

Lina and the crew marveled as Quinn Lockwood walked effortlessly in her ballet shoes toward them.

She was exactly the white moonlight second lead role they had imagined—simply breathtaking.

Even Tiffany Young was montarily amazed by Quinn Lockwood, though that was just a fleeting, subconscious reaction.

What dominated her thoughts was jealousy and disdain for Quinn Lockwood.

Why is she always the one under the spotlight!

"Alright, music on, let’s start with a test shoot." The director waved his hand, signaling the teams to prepare.

Then the lodious music slowly filled the dance studio. Quinn Lockwood walked gracefully to the center, lightly closing her eyes, fully imrsed in the music and her role.

Even if it was just a test shoot, she was determined to show her best side.

Tilting her head, bending forward, raising a hand, lightly leaping—even though she had only learned the dance through videos for a few days, Quinn Lockwood perford like a skilled dancer, showcasing seventy percent of the ballet’s beauty.

Even the director couldn’t help but stare for a long ti without interrupting Quinn Lockwood, instead glancing at Teacher Lina, who nodded in appreciative approval, then motioned for the caraman to prepare to film.

As the music reached its climax, following the story’s trajectory, Quinn Lockwood spun while reminiscing about her past monts with the protagonist Dylan Quinn.

Tears trickled down the corners of her eyes, yet the proud and aloof person continued the dance she had perford upon their first eting.

Those present hardly dared to breathe, their eyes tightly following every movent of Quinn Lockwood, afraid of missing a single action.

Who would have thought she looked like soone unfamiliar with ballet? If one claid Quinn Lockwood was a professional, they would believe it.

As she spun past the cara, Quinn Lockwood felt sothing trip her foot, and a hand harshly pushed her back. A sharp cracking sound ca from her ankle as she spun outwards.

Her body skidded across the floor before stopping, her arms and knees scraped, leaving small red stains on the floor.

"Savannah Lowell, Savannah Lowell! Soone call for help." The director, producer, and staff were terrified, quickly surrounding Quinn Lockwood to assist her.

"It hurts, I can’t move, my ankle...it hurts so much." Quinn Lockwood grimaced, her face turning increasingly pale from the intense pain, beads of cold sweat appearing on her forehead.

She clenched her lips to distract from the pain, but it had no effect.

Tears began to well up, and Quinn Lockwood swiftly closed her eyes for encouragent, holding on, holding on.

Yet, her body involuntarily trembled, the piercing, bone-breaking pain was unbearable.

The skin around her ankle had turned blue and purple, the swelling causing the ballet shoe to tightly constrict Quinn Lockwood’s foot.

"Prepare a vehicle, quickly contact the hospital." The director hurriedly took out his phone, nudged the person beside him to prepare a vehicle imdiately.

Quinn Lockwood was carried out by a stronger staff mber, her gaze sweeping the room before exiting.

Although Tiffany Young looked at her with apparent concern, Quinn Lockwood felt her eyes held a hint of glee and satisfaction.

She was certain that when she fell, soone had indeed pushed her forcefully.

The production safety manager was initially waiting at the ergency room door, but after Boss Sinclair arrived, he simply sent him off to wait for the outco.

The manager imdiately scurried back.

"Who is Savannah Lowell’s family mber?" At this mont, a doctor erged from the ergency room, holding several X-ray plates, asking at the door.

"I am." Elias Sinclair lowered his hand from his chin, his cool voice echoing down the hospital corridor.

His tall, graceful figure and handso face drew the attention of others waiting in the corridor, causing many to take several glances.

"The patient has severe soft tissue damage in the ankle, along with ankle bone contusion dislocation, and vascular rupture causing significant swelling." The doctor placed the X-ray films on the light box, pointing out the fracture location for Quinn Lockwood.

"Our treatnt plan is to apply a local plaster cast and make a cross-shaped incision for decompression drainage, with the patient needing rest for a week, avoiding exertions and intense activities to prevent straining the injured area."

"If there are no issues, could you please sign the consent form." The doctor said while opening and handing the inford consent docunt to Elias Sinclair.

The man slightly furrowed his brows, taking the consent form from the doctor’s hand, rely scanned it briefly, and directly wrote his na in the family mber section.

Once the doctor returned to the ergency room, Elias Sinclair leaned against the corridor wall, his long fingers gently stroking his chin, his eyes dark as ink, his face filled with worry.

In the long corridor of the hospital, the occasional sobs of patients echoed, the clock ticked on and on until a significant amount of ti had passed, and Quinn Lockwood was finally pushed out from the treatnt room.

"Why are you here?" Quinn Lockwood lay on the bed, allowing the nurses to push her out, her eyes montarily brightening upon seeing Elias Sinclair’s cool face.

"To see how you, this fool, ended up like this." Though his words carried a tinge of teasing, his tone was stern.

Initially, Quinn Lockwood wanted to retort about Elias Sinclair coming to watch her while she was down, but seeing the concern in his knitted brows and his worried expression, she only opened her mouth slightly but said nothing.

After nurses sent Quinn Lockwood to the VIP suite, they explained various precautions for her during this period.