She shook her head, tired of listening to him repeatedly defend the evil ways of both Renata and Ivy.
Tilda kept her emotions in check.
âDad, is that all? Just so you know, I canât reverse the script changes.
Itâs not just up to me;
Iâm not the only scriptwriter here.
Youâre aware of the other scriptwriter, arenât you? Sheâs the daughter of the Moreno couple and the wife of Brian Hughes.
Pressuring the assistant director wonât budge her.
â
Having said that, she quickly ended the call.
The sun dipped low, casting warm, yellow rays that created a play of light and shadow in the corner.
In the dim light, Tildaâs thoughts drifted to the past, to the carefree smile of that boy.
The memory felt like a deep, sharp cut in her heart.
Rosalynn watched Tildaâs slim figure shivering in the cold breeze, sensing her loneliness.
Rosalynn, who had stepped out to use the restroom, hadnât planned on hearing Tildaâs phone spat with her dad.
She felt a pang of sympathy for her.
Rosalynn thought that growing up motherless was like a ship lost at sea.
Just Ivyâs demeanor alone spoke volumes about the rough patches Tilda must have weathered in life.
âTilda.
â Rosalynn called softly.
Tilda jerked back to the present, squashing her feelings, and turned to Rosalynn with a strained smile.
âOh, Rosalynn.
â
âYou alright?â Rosalynn inquired, noting Tildaâs red eyes.
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âYeah, Iâm good,â Tilda replied, shaking her head.
âWas that your dad on the line?â
âYep.
â
Tilda glanced at her.
âYou caught all that?â
Rosalynn nodded.
âI did.
â
Tilda laughed awkwardly.
âI hope you didnât mind me dropping your name to spook him.
â
Rosalynn smiled.
âWhy would I mind?â
They shared a look and both smiled.
âOkay, weâre done for the day.
Letâs head back,â Rosalynn proposed.