Chapter 97: Chapter 97: None of You Have Eyes

After the director’s cry of alarm, he quickly had someone bring tissues and carefully blotted the red wine on the painting.

"We can’t let it leave a mark, or we’ll have to pay for it!"

Seeing the director so nervous, the rest of the crew also held their breath. They blotted the red wine dry with great care, but a large stain still remained on the painting.

Director Lynch’s last shred of hope vanished, and he plopped down onto the coffee table.

"This... this can’t be blamed on me," Corinne Joyner said in a low voice.

When she said this, everyone looked at her.

"What are you all looking at me for? If she hadn’t dodged, the wine wouldn’t have splashed on the painting! If someone has to be held responsible, it’s obviously her fault!" Corinne Joyner said, pointing at Yvonne Sutton.

Yvonne Sutton frowned. "You threw red wine at me, and I’m not allowed to dodge?"

"Why would you dodge? It’s just a splash. You could have just washed your face and been clean. But now the painting is ruined, and it’s worth thirty million! Can a poor doctor like you afford to pay for that?"

"So, who was the one who threw the wine?"

"Yes, it was me, so what? But at the end of the day, it’s your fault!"

Yvonne was genuinely amused. ’This world is full of all sorts of characters.’

"The crew’s budget is limited. We can’t possibly pay this for you. You two figure out how to compensate for it. And not only do you have to pay for the painting, you also have to apologize to the Rhodes Family. If the Rhodes Family holds this against us and stops us from filming here, you’ll have to compensate for the crew’s losses as well," Director Lynch said coldly.

Yvonne Sutton raised an eyebrow. "Director Lynch, what do you mean by that? Are you saying I’m also at fault?"

Director Lynch cleared his throat. "When two people fight, it’s hard to say one person is completely blameless."

Yvonne Sutton nodded. "Fine. I’d also like to hear exactly what I did wrong."

"You..." Director Lynch opened his mouth but could only come up with something after a long pause. "You should have prioritized the female lead. That’s what it means to have your priorities straight."

"I’m a doctor, not a lackey."

"Hey, what kind of attitude is that?"

"I’m speaking plain English. Anyone with a brain should be able to understand."

"Director Lynch, where did you find this second-rate doctor? It’s one thing to be clueless, but she doesn’t even know her place, daring to challenge the female lead and the director! Make her pay for the painting. If she doesn’t, then sue her!" Corinne Joyner said with a look of contempt.

"How can you bully someone like this? Everyone saw what just happened. Isn’t it obvious whose fault it is?" Claire Lawrence ran forward indignantly, looked around, and asked, "Everyone, say something fair! Who is really to blame for this?"

Yet, as she looked around, no one stood up for Yvonne Sutton. Someone even muttered, "It was her fault to begin with."

Claire Lawrence was furious now. "Are you people blind, or are your hearts blind? How can you twist the facts like this? You..."

Worried Claire would make herself sick with anger, Yvonne quickly soothed her. "It’s a small matter. Nothing to get so worked up about."

"A small matter? This painting is worth thirty million! You... Hey, I think I forgot something." Claire Lawrence blinked.

Director Lynch ran a hand through his hair in frustration, stood up, and faced Yvonne Sutton. "Since it’s happened, there’s no use arguing. You should hurry up and figure out how to raise the money."

Corinne Joyner scoffed. "She probably couldn’t scrape together thirty million even if she sold herself."

Just then, Jean Bell came in. Seeing everyone gathered together instead of working, she frowned and asked what was going on.

Before anyone else could speak, Corinne Joyner recounted what had just happened, but she pushed all the blame onto Yvonne Sutton.

"This has nothing to do with me. It’s all her fault for being so clueless."

Jean Bell’s brow furrowed before she had even heard the whole story, especially when she heard Director Lynch siding with Corinne Joyner and repeatedly demanding Yvonne Sutton pay up.

"Enough! Are all of you blind? Do you not know who she is?"

Corinne Joyner pouted. "Just some poor doctor."

Director Lynch had a bit more sense than Corinne Joyner. He asked, "Producer Bell, you’re the one who hired her. How would we know who she is?"

Jean Bell took a deep breath. "She is the wife of The Rhodes Group’s Crown Prince, the owner of this island, Mrs. Shaw!"

After Jean Bell finished speaking, everyone on the crew, including Corinne Joyner and Director Lynch, was stunned, their faces a picture of disbelief.

Claire Lawrence let out a sneering laugh. "And you wanted her to pay for it? She’s the owner of this painting!"

"She... how could she be Mrs. Shaw?" Corinne Joyner simply refused to believe it.

Yvonne Sutton was speechless. "What, do I need to show you my marriage certificate?"

"You... you didn’t say anything."

"You all did all the talking, didn’t you? Saying it was entirely my fault and demanding I pay up. Oh, that’s right. This villa has security cameras. Since your eyes don’t seem to be working properly, I’ll have someone play the footage for you so you can see things clearly. Then again, you still might not be able to figure out who’s responsible. I don’t blame you. We can just leave this sort of thing for the police to handle."

"No, no, no!" Director Lynch quickly tried to smooth things over. "We can’t let this blow up, or we won’t be able to finish filming this drama."

"We can’t call the police! I... I have my reputation to consider," Corinne Joyner also said hurriedly.

Yvonne Sutton raised an eyebrow. "If we don’t call the police, how will you know whose fault it is?"

"It’s her fault!"

"It’s my fault!"

Director Lynch and Corinne Joyner spoke at almost the exact same time.

The corner of Yvonne Sutton’s mouth twitched. She looked at the painting again. "How much was this painting worth, again?"

Hearing Yvonne ask this, Corinne Joyner’s body trembled involuntarily. "Mrs. Shaw, you see, it was an accident. Could you possibly..."

"An accident?" Yvonne Sutton folded her arms and raised an eyebrow at Corinne Joyner.

Corinne Joyner rushed to apologize. "Mrs. Shaw, it was a moment of impulse. It’s my fault, I’m so sorry! It’s just that thirty million is too much. I... I really can’t afford it. Could it be a little less?"

"What was it you said earlier? Oh, right. ’Then just sell yourself. Scrape together however much you can get,’" Yvonne Sutton said coldly.

Corinne Joyner’s face turned pale, then ashen. She was the one who had said those very words. She had been so smug when humiliating someone else, but when the words were thrown back at her, she couldn’t take it.

"Regarding compensation for the painting, we will discuss it and give you a satisfactory answer later, Mrs. Shaw. But for now, we must ask you to calm your anger and let us continue filming," Jean Bell said, bowing slightly to Yvonne Sutton.

Director Lynch also hurriedly bowed to apologize, wishing he could just slap himself.

Yvonne Sutton shrugged. "I’m not that petty. You can continue filming."

The shooting schedule was tight, but after an incident like this, Corinne Joyner probably wouldn’t be able to get into character right away. Plus, her co-star was injured, so they could only film scenes with other actors first.

"Where’s Candice Yates? Tell her to get ready. We’re filming her scene now," Director Lynch shouted.

"She was just here a second ago. I’ll go find her," a crew member shouted.

As Yvonne Sutton was leading the injured actor out, she saw the girl who looked so much like Hannah Abbott run in. She was still just as clumsy and reckless, but she immediately moved out of the way when she saw Yvonne.

She stole a glance at her, looking a little guilty.

"Candice Yates, where have you been? Hurry up and get ready, we’re filming you now!" the crew member yelled at the yellow-haired girl.

’So her name is Candice Yates.’

Yvonne Sutton glanced back at the girl again. ’Even her silhouette looks so similar.’