chapter1253

Thalassa's hands worked the controls of the prop, a vintage chandelier, with a nervous twitch. She was

taking care of the setup while Susan was adjusting the rigging.

As Susan let go, she gave the chandelier an extra push, causing it to swing dangerously.

Just then, Lysander entered the studio.

The timing couldn't have been worse. The chandelier was swinging higher and higher, and the hook

hadn't been secured properly. In a split second, the prop flew off its mooring, hurtling straight towards

Lysander.

His icy gaze snapped towards the incoming danger.

It was about to crash down on him when Susan cried out, "Mr. Sinclair, watch out!" In a swift move, she

lunged forward, pushing Lysander out of the way. The chandelier crashed down onto her instead, the

sharp pain of impact forcing a muffled groan from her lips as it struck her shoulder blade.

The prop bounced off Susan and clattered to the ground.

Grimacing in pain, Susan managed to lift her eyes to Lysander. "Mr. Sinclair, are you alright?" she

asked, her voice strained.

Lysander's piercing eyes locked onto her. "What happened?" he demanded, his voice a deep,

controlled rumble.

The rest of the crew realized something had gone wrong, and that it involved Lysander. They dropped

their tasks and hurried over, their faces filled with concern, asking if he was hurt.

Zane, the assistant director, went pale with fright and began to loudly demand accountability. "Who was

in charge of the chandelier? Step forward!"

Hearing the commotion from behind the scenes, Thalassa quickly stepped out to see what was

happening. As she emerged, she saw Lysander standing in the midst of the crowd, an imposing figure

with a stern face and an untouchable aura.

In front of him stood Susan, slightly hunched over, her shoulder seeping blood that stained her shirt

and dripped to the floor, her expression twisted in pain.

"Ms. Everhart, were you operating the chandelier? Do you realize how dangerous this was? You could

have hit Mr. Sinclair! Thankfully, Susan pushed him out of the way and took the hit herself. If that prop

had hit Mr. Sinclair's head, we could have been looking at a fatality!" Zane scolded her, his words a mix

of reprimand and a way to deflect blame from himself.

Thalassa caught on to what had happened from Zane's tirade. She looked at Lysander innocently,

about to explain that it wasn't her fault.

Susan spoke up despite her pain, saying, "Mr. Sinclair, the chandelier is usually quite safe when

operated correctly. Perhaps Thalassa wasn't familiar with it, which led to the accident. Please don't

blame her."

"Mr. Sinclair, that's not true. I was operating it just fine backstage. It's the prop that malfunctioned,"

Thalassa interjected, stepping forward to clarify.

"I'll check it right now," Zane volunteered.

He returned to Lysander's side and reported, "Mr. Sinclair, the prop is intact. There's nothing wrong with

it. It was indeed a mishandling of the chandelier that caused the accident." Reаd at Dramanovеls.com

Thalassa's heart skipped a beat at his words. He suspected her!