“I understand, but I'd rather sell the script than have it poorly produced." Jayson's emotions wavered.

"I genuinely appreciate your help, but my original intention doesn't allow me to produce the script roughly. I want it to be done well; I don't want it to become a disaster."

Even Ariana, known for her patience, couldn't help but touch her forehead. He was just too stubborn.

Ariana had to be more assertive.

"Wait until you see the actor. You won't be disappointed in him.”

On the other end, Jayson returned to the ward after ending the call, a worried expression on his face.

Julissa had awakened. She appeared much better than she had two days ago.

Sitting up in bed, she observed Jayson's downcast expression and knew something was amiss.

“What's the matter? Is something wrong?"

Jayson didn't want to burden his wife with his concerns, so he tried to smile and said, "Nothing. Just some thoughts on my mind."

“Are you concemed about the script?" Julissa hit the bull's eye.

Jayson realized he couldn't keep it from his wife, so he divulged the details of his conversation with Ariana.

“So, you're afraid you'll ruin the script yourself?" Julissa inquired.

“Yes,” Jayson replied quietly.

"I trust Ms. Edwards, but I don't have faith in myself."

“Jayson, don't be scared. We've come this far, so don't give up now." Gently grasping Jayson's hand, Julissa reassured him, "Let's meet Ms. Edwards' actor tomorrow. This could be a great opportunity."

The next day, in the suburb, Tyler and Ariana had arrived at an abandoned factory.

There was no one around, and the only sound they heard was that of a passing car.

"Why did you help me ask for half a day off and bring me here?" Tyler asked, looking around in confusion.

“It's for an audition," Ariana replied honestly.