Chapter 461

Chapter 461:

When had Eric slipped away? She couldn’t quite pinpoint it. The drug had lulled her into a deep calm, and sleep had claimed her soon after.

Testing her limbs, she felt a renewed vigor.

With a stretch of her arms, she propped herself up and noticed her clothes neatly folded by the bedside.

Eric hadn’t taken liberties while she was unconscious. Not that she pegged him as a saint—far from it.

He simply wasn’t interested—that much she knew all too well.

Even during their marriage, he had shown no desire to touch her.

Rising to her feet and slipping into her clothes, her phone suddenly buzzed.

It was Blanche on the line.

“Hello, Ms. Nicolson.”

In the recent calamity, Blanche had been among the worst injured. Over the phone, she asked Hadley to come to the hospital.

“Of course, Ms. Nicolson.”

After hanging up, Hadley hastened to the hospital.

She would have gone regardless of Blanche’s request.

Many of her troupe colleagues had been hurt, and she wanted to see if she could lend a hand in any way.

“Ms. Nicolson.”

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Hadley entered Blanche’s private room at the hospital.

“Hadley, come in—take a seat.”

Besides Blanche, the room held several other troupe members—dancers and department heads among them.

Blanche motioned for everyone to settle down. “Now that we’re all gathered, let’s keep this short and cut to the chase.” The heart of the discussion was the recent mishap.

Numerous injuries had been sustained, including severe ones to the lead dancers of two groups, which might force a halt to the tour.

Blanche let out a heavy sigh. “It’s out of our hands. Accidents happen, and sometimes we’re at the mercy of fate.”

Her plan was to oversee initial treatments at the hospital before arranging a chartered flight back to Srixby.

Once there, all the following performances would need to be rescheduled. They hashed out the details, divvying up responsibilities to ensure everything was in order.

Blanche gave a final reminder. “Everyone, see to your tasks diligently. While we’re still in Blathe, keep the lines of communication tight if anything crops up.”

“Yes, Ms. Nicolson.”

“Understood, Ms. Nicolson.”

Hadley slipped her phone from her pocket and discreetly jotted down her assigned duties. With the lead dancers sidelined by their injuries, she would not only perform in her own group but also step into the starring roles for two additional productions.

Beyond the stage, a mountain of logistical tasks awaited her attention. The days ahead promised to be a whirlwind of activity.

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