Chapter 1245

Marsha had been struck and knocked unconscious. The life of her unborn child was still uncertain. These news headlines all flashed before Charles' eyes. In that instant, he grew even more anxious. Almost without thinking, he tossed the phone back to the nurses and frantically ran out the door. It had only been a few short minutes, but Charles felt like he had endured centuries worth of emotional turmoil—confusion, joy, and now terror. Every emotion was telling him that he had to protect Marsha and her baby. By the time Charles reached the film set, 20 minutes had passed. Marsha was now resting on a couch, cradled in Suzanne's arms. The couch was supposed to be a prop, but there was no harm in lying on it for a while. Suzanne took a costume hanging nearby and gently draped it over Marsha to keep her from getting cold. After all, pregnant women couldn't catch a cold. Be it for the mother or the baby, it could have serious consequences. Suzanne looked up in confusion at Charles, who