"....Fine. Yes, Dad. Adrian is here with me," Vivian said into the phone, repeating "fine" at least five times. "Okay, Dad. Bye."She hung up and handed the phone back to me. As she tried to lie down again, she hissed in pain. That neck brace looked incredibly uncomfortable."Dad worries too much sometimes," she huffed, though a small smile played on her lips. "Thanks for coming, though. I know you must’ve been busy.""We’re friends, Vivian. It’s no big deal," I replied. "Besides, if I hadn’t shown up, your father probably would’ve dragged himself out of bed and come here himself."I sat on the couch in her VIP room at Trident Private Hospital. When I first walked in, I was shocked to see her wrapped in bandages with a neck cast. There had been a minor accident on set during an action sequence, and as the lead, Vivian had taken the brunt of it. Thankfully, it wasn’t serious otherwise, the movie crew and director would’ve faced the full force of Victor Holt’s anger."Can you pass me th
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