"Let me examine it,"

Rosalynn offered, crouching down to inspect the her ankle attentively.

Thankfully, it was merely a mild sprain, nothing grave.

Standing up, Rosalynn probed further, “How did this happen? Has this led you to consider leaving the crew?"

Zoe fidgeted with the edge of her clothing, avoiding eye contact.

Rosalynn noticed her subtle gestures and her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Zoe, is there something you're not telling me?"

After a brief hesitation, Zoe shook her head. "Please, don't inquire further. I'm not cut out for acting anyway, and I fear I'll only ruin the role of the third female lead. It's best if I leave the crew."

Rosalynn fixed her gaze on Zoe, her voice firm yet reassuring. "Zoe, Mr. Riley is a renowned director. His decision to cast you suggests that you are perfectly suited for the role. You shouldn't feel overwhelmed by it."

She continued, addressing a practical concern, “Also, leaving the crew now would mean incurring substantial liquidated damages. Coming from a modest background, do you really have the means or the desire to pay such a hefty sum?"

Zoe began, but hesitated, her eyes brimming with unshed tears as she struggled to suppress her words.

It was evident she was wrestling with internal doubts.

Gently taking Zoe's hand, Rosalynn ventured a guess, "Were you coerced into this decision?"

Zoe stiffened, her lips trembling, yet she remained silent.

Rosalynn scrutinized her expression, piecing together the puzzle.

"Was it the Larson family who pressured you to quit the crew?"

She recalled the assistant director's proposal earlier that day, which only reinforced her suspicion.

“Rosalynn, I come from a humble background. The Larson Group funded my education. I can't betray their kindness,"

Zoe confessed, tears welling in her eyes.

Rosalynn pressed on, seeking confirmation, “So, the Larson family did indeed threaten you?"