Chapter 1044


    Maja felt a throbbing headache as if all the events had clustered together recently, leaving her


    overwhelmed.


    "Where are the security guards on the ground floor? Have them team up with the police to secure all


    the entrances; we can''t let these fans disturb the staff."


    "We''ve informed the security. They''re holding the fort for now. But the fans are too wild. If Wilma herself


    doesn''t show up, I doubt anyone''s getting home tonight."


    Maja wished Wilma could show up, too, but she was currently in critical care. Though the doctors


    assured them it wasn''t life-threatening, the injury to her head needed extra attention.


    The trio alternated between standing and sitting, each engulfed in anxiety.


    Maja walked over to the small balcony, taking a nce at the scene below.


    Frenzied fans besieged the ground floor, all here to see Wilma. Some, having heard rumors of her


    death, were breaking down in tears outside the hospital.


    Sometimes, a celebrity was someone''s faith.


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    Maja massaged her forehead, contacting the hospital director to seal off the building, allowing only


    genuine patients to enter.


    Having arranged it all, she felt on the verge of copse.


    She nced at Elvis, who was quietly sitting on a chair and patted his shoulder.


    Elvis looked up at her, managing a wry smile.


    "Apologies, thepany will take artist safety more seriously next time."


    "Mr. Pennyfeather, it''s not thepany''s fault. That hater was randomly chosen to interact with Wilma,


    and nobody expected this to happen."


    He leaned back, a distant look in his eyes, "She''s always been resilient. She''ll be okay."


    Hearing this,bined with Wilma''s ordeal, a sting of pain shot through Maja''s heart.


    No one''s life was in sailing, at least not for those around her. Each had experienced hardships to be


    where they were now.


    An hourter, Wilma was finally moved out of the critical care unit.


    They quickly surrounded her as the doctor removed his surgical mask.


    "She''s alright, she just needed to rest for a while."


    Wilmay on the bed, her face pale. She knew she hadpany; Mr. Pennyfeather, Elvis, and Zoey


    were there. But the effects of anesthesia hadn''t worn off yet, leaving her unable to speak.


    She felt guilty, causing everyone to worry again.


    As she was wheeled back into her room, the doctor reassured her, "She''ll regain consciousness soon."


    Maja sighed in relief, sinking into a chair.


    Elvis visibly rxed while Zoey kept ncing at the wall clock.


    It was already six in the evening. Wasn''t Mr. Pennyfeather supposed to meet Mr. Raymond at six?


    But with Wilma in this state, Zoey didn''t feel right reminding her.


    Half an hourter, Wilma slowly came around. Her eyes, red-rimmed, stared at the ceiling while Maja


    and Elvis''s voices echoed in her ears.


    "Wilma, how are you feeling?"


    "Wilma."


    Wilma shifted her gaze, recalling the moment she was pushed off the stage. She thought she was


    going to die.


    She felt indignant. She had just ovee the lowest point in her life, was just about to taste sess,


    and this was how it was going to end.


    She still had to win Elvis over, and she had promised Mr. Pennyfeather she would make it in


    Hollywood.


    "Wilma?"


    Elvis took her hand, asking softly.


    Tears welled up in Wilma''s eyes, "I''m okay."


    She gripped his hand tightly, not wanting to let go.


    In the past, Elvis would have gently pried her hand away, considering it too intrusive.


    But now, he remained silent, treating her as a frightened child seekingfort.


    Maja finally let out the breath she''d been holding.


    Wilma tried to sit up, but Maja firmly held her down.


    "Rest first."


    "Mr. Pennyfeather, can you take a picture of me first? My fans must be freaking out, and I don''t want to


    cause any more trouble."


    Wilma, the youngest of the group, had her fair share of life experiences. Despite her carefree attitude,


    she was thoughtful.


    Even at this point, she was concerned about others.


    Maja wanted to do just that but couldn''t bring herself to ask. Now that Wilma offered, she nodded.


    Wilma cupped her cheeks, turning to Zoey.


    "Zoey, do you have lipstick? Something light. If I look like this in the picture, the haters will use it


    against me."


    Zoey rummaged through her bag, applying some of her lipstick to Wilma''s lips. She dabbed a little on


    her cheeks as a makeshift blush.