Reborn With a Money-Making System: Ruined Actress to Nation's Treasure Chapter 140: When His Words Held Me Together (1)

"Do you trust ?" Lando suddenly asked.

I raised an eyebrow, surprised he would even ask that. "Yes," I said again, firr this ti. "Of course I trust you."

"Then you should believe when I say you have real potential to beco a great actress one day," Lando said gently. "People may have different opinions, but Helcia, I’m very honest when it cos to judging talent. And Marissa also keeps saying you have natural talent."

I went silent for a mont, but my heart was beating so fast it felt like it wanted to jump out of my chest. His words sounded so gentle and sincere, which ant he wasn’t joking at all.

"That’s why, Helcia," he continued, "I truly believe you don’t need help from anyone to pass an audition. Besides, didn’t you pass the audition for that other drama even though no one from the Brixton family was connected to it?"

I finally took a deep breath and closed my eyes so I could focus more on his words. I had no idea that soone’s words could bring back to the ground like this, making realize that all the hate I had received was nothing but useless noise.

All this ti, I used to swallow every hateful comnt, and nobody ever told that those words didn’t define .

Maybe because of that, I kept taking in negativity until it shaped the way I thought.

"You’re right," I sighed, opening my eyes again. I smiled a little, even though he couldn’t see it. "Thank you, husband. You really made feel better."

We talked again for around five more minutes before I ended the call because Lando told to eat my lunch before going back to script reading.

Yeah... maybe hunger was also one of the reasons I couldn’t think positively.

I stood up from the stairs and made my way to the cafeteria. Since I was late, everyone had already ford their own groups, and I didn’t feel like trying to join people who had laughed at earlier.

So I sat by the window, ate a quick al, and went back to the script-reading room ten minutes before the break ended.

Only a few people were sitting in the room, and one of them was Tommy. He smiled and waved at .

"Helcia, do you still want to practice with before the reading starts again?" he asked while walking toward .

I smiled brightly and said, "Yes, let’s do it."

Tommy’s real personality was so different from the role he played. Dion, his character, was the male lead, but sotis he honestly disgusted . Tommy, on the other hand, had such a kind and warm presence.

More than that, he didn’t join in when others laughed at earlier after the director kept comnting on my performance.

At least this way, I could build good chemistry with him for the drama.

"Do you think I should make my tone sharper?" he asked.

I thought about it for a mont before replying, "No, I think your current intonation is already good." I added, "But maybe you can try making the ’tch’ sound a bit sharper..."

We gave each other feedback for about five minutes or so, until the executives began entering the room again.

After talking to Lando and rehearsing with Tommy, I felt much more confident. And honestly, I didn’t feel bothered anymore when people stared at like they were judging .

Director Brian clapped his hands lightly. "Alright, let’s get back to work." He glanced at . "Helcia, it gets more emotional from here. Can you handle it?"

I nodded quickly. "Yes! I’m fine. I can do it!"

Since I had gotten my confidence back, my acting improved a lot. My voice no longer sounded unsure, and every line I delivered finally had the right tone.

Brian still gave a few comnts, but with a clearer and more positive mind, I didn’t feel drained or hopeless anymore. I told myself that he only pointed things out because I was one of the main characters, and he genuinely wanted to get better.

"Okay, cut for a mont," Brian said, raising one hand halfway while flipping through the script with the other. "Keep that emotion, and now I want you to read scene one-ninety-eight—the mont you break down after Agnes throws your grandmother’s necklace out the window."

My breath caught for a mont. Scene 198 was one of the hardest scenes for . It wasn’t because of the lines, but because the emotion in that mont was so raw. The grandmother’s necklace wasn’t just a prop, but it held so much aning for my character.

Tommy glanced at from the side, giving an encouraging nod. "You can do it," he whispered softly.

I nodded back and took a slow breath, gripping the script a little tighter. To make this scene real, I needed to feel the pain of losing sothing precious... sothing that could break a person from the inside.

I let my mind slip into the story. I pictured the necklace flying out of the window, the shock, the panic, the helplessness Mia would feel in that mont. It hurt just imagining it, but I knew I needed sothing even more personal to make the crash-out scene truly co alive.

So, I reached into my own mories.

I rembered how, back in middle school, the caretaker at the orphanage burned my sketchbook. She said I should use my ti to study for a scholarship instead of wasting it on "useless drawings."

Well, yeah, I didn’t have much talent in painting, but honestly, I never wanted to be a professional artist anyway. I just scribbled on paper because it cald my mind a little, especially since I grew up in such a noisy place.

Every ti I drew, I would zone out, and for a mont, I was finally able to block out all the noise around . Unfortunately, the only thing that made feel alive in the middle of that chaotic life was taken away from by force.