Chapter 414: Chapter 414

Sorry, I was too foolish and ignorant back then, causing you all to be upset...

The night deepened, a cold wind blew past, sweeping up a withered yellow leaf on the silent street, eerie yet desolate.

Ariana Lynch was still restless over the events of the day.

She always felt Quinn Lockwood was very off, even frighteningly eerie.

"Ariana, you must be too tired lately." Jonah Hansen sat by Ariana Lynch’s bedside, gently covering her with a quilt, his voice low and soft to comfort her.

"I think you should rest well for a few days, after all, you’re pregnant, and you fell into the water today, if you continue overworking, I’m afraid your body won’t handle it."

"Maybe you should pause this drama for now, I’m afraid it’s too exhausting for you." Jonah’s gaze fell on Ariana’s yet to show belly, a flicker of indescribable light passed through his eyes.

He took Ariana’s hand, his gaze clear of any abnormalities.

Ariana completely misunderstood Jonah’s meaning, she forcefully pulled her hand away, her eyebrows tightly furrowing into a curve.

"What do you mean? At this time, you’re still thinking about that bitch!"

"Do you think if I don’t act in this drama, the leading role would go to Savannah Lowell? I’m telling you, Jonah, even if I have to lose money and not take this drama, there’s no way I’ll let Savannah have the leading role!"

Ariana looked at Jonah with resentment, her face already deeply angry, became even more twisted with the coldness in her eyes.

Watching this made Jonah feel sick.

"Ariana, that’s not what I meant, I meant..." Although Jonah was now extremely exasperated and fed up with Ariana, he still had to keep up appearances.

His face still carried a smile, his fair complexion emanating a pure and refined aura between his brows, presenting the image of a deeply affectionate boyfriend.

But Ariana wasn’t buying it at all, and she relentlessly berated Jonah.

"Don’t talk bullshit, I know exactly what you want to say."

"Do you think you can hide those shady things you have with Savannah from me? Do you even know what you’re like? Do you really think she’d look at you?"

Ariana’s tone and attitude towards Jonah were extremely harsh, curse words spilling out one after another, as if Jonah was a humble servant in the dust, not only worthless but also stripped of dignity.

Listening to Ariana’s words, icy light burst from Jonah’s eyes instantly.

The hand resting on the bedside had already clenched into a fist, trying hard to suppress the surging anger from within.

Death can be endured, but not humiliation.

Ariana had practically trampled his dignity into the ground.

"Ariana Lynch, you’re simply unreasonable!" Jonah’s voice was low and severe, squeezing the words from between his teeth, he suddenly turned and left.

Jonah feared that if he stayed any longer, he wouldn’t help but want to slap Ariana.

"Damn it!" Ariana smacked the bed hard, cursing fiercely towards the door.

She wanted to chase after him, but as soon as she stood up, she stopped.

No, she had more important things to handle now.

More than cursing Jonah out, she was more concerned about Quinn Lockwood.

About the now-dead Quinn Lockwood.

Ariana always felt Savannah knew some secret, but she couldn’t be completely sure.

It seemed she would have to find a way to trouble her, only then could she investigate properly to find out what was going on.

Ariana picked up her phone, intending to find some dirt on Quinn Lockwood to retaliate, but unexpectedly saw a long-gray avatar lighting up as she scrolled through her contacts list.

"Ah, ghost!" Ariana screamed in fright, throwing the phone away, the dialog box opened at the moment it hit the bed.

A bloody and dark picture was sent from the other end, accompanied by a message: "I’m back, how have you been?"

It was a picture of something burnt beyond recognition, presumably an animal by its size.

Ariana stared at the phone, her eyes wide open and unblinking, her teeth chattering with terror.

What... what was happening?

She swallowed her saliva in fear, not even daring to breathe.

The feeling of being intensely watched reappeared, as if Quinn was already there, standing behind her, ready to strangle her at any moment.

Ariana’s body shook uncontrollably, not daring to move a single inch, remaining rigidly curled up on the bed until a cold sweat broke out on her body.

She didn’t know how long it took before she dared to slowly start moving.

Now it should... should be okay, right?

She hesitated as she picked up the phone, her stomach heaving violently at the moment she saw the image clearly.

Her face turned ghostly pale, her throat filled with the uncontrollable liquid rising from her stomach.

She quickly exited the social media app, rushing to the bathroom to throw up violently.

No good, her stomach seemed about to come out, but the nauseating churning feeling hardly subsided.

On Quinn’s side, after sending the picture to Ariana Lynch, she logged out.

She could absolutely imagine Ariana’s expression upon seeing the message.

It must have been quite the spectacle.

She slightly curled her lips, thinking about the mess she had caused Ariana today, making her feel much better.

She turned off her phone, put on an eye mask scented with lavender, and contentedly drifted off to sleep.

The night, it seemed, was quite restful.

Early the next morning, as Quinn Lockwood arrived at the set, she saw Philip Chandler coming to excuse Ariana Lynch.

"She fell ill, after going home last night she suddenly had a high fever, the doctor couldn’t find a cause." Philip handed his phone with Ariana’s medical record to Quinn.

Quinn skimmed through it briefly, then sneered, curling her lips as she looked at Philip, her red lips slowly opening: "Then please take good care of her."

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Quinn’s eyes glinted with an unusual light, she smiled mischievously, raising her eyebrows slightly, looking at Philip with some deeper meaning.

"I understand." Philip put away his phone, he understood Quinn’s implication.

This woman, her methods had reached such an advanced level.