"While filming, Miss Quinn fell from a wire rig trying to save Miss Winslow. She bled a lot and is at the hospital now."
Upon hearing this, a vein throbbed on Damian Fairchild's temple. "Did she break any bones?"
Nora Morgan hesitated. "Well... no. It's a gash on her lower leg."
"What did the doctor say?"
Nora Morgan hesitated again. "Miss Quinn says it's just a flesh wound and she doesn't need to go to the hospital. She's afraid of holding up the production schedule."
Damian Fairchild's anger flared, but he was completely tied up and couldn't get away.
He suppressed his fury. "Are you useless? If she won't go, why haven't you arranged for a doctor to go to her?"
Nora Morgan: "My apologies. I'll arrange it at once."
Damian Fairchild: "If it looks bad at all, send her to the hospital immediately."
"Yes, Mr. Fairchild."
After venting his anger, Damian Fairchild calmed down and couldn't help but ask, "Why on earth would she bother with Cecilia Winslow?"
