Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 382: A Small Matter

She sighed helplessly, still sitting beside Melody, offering comfort carefully, "Everyone goes through periods like this. As long as you get through it, you’ll be fine. In fact, my acting was also terrible before, but as long as you persevere, nothing is impossible. Melody, you have to believe in yourself."

Melody stopped speaking, just looking a bit sad, quietly staying in Moira Young’s arms.

In fact, Moira Young also couldn’t bear to say it out loud, even the director seemed reluctant, but because of their relationship, didn’t speak up.

After all, both he and she had helped her before, Moira Young couldn’t bear to say hurtful things.

"Hey, the producer’s sister, why are you crying here?" A few actors walked over, looking ready to mock.

Moira Young, wary, protected Melody in her arms, glancing at them with a hint of coldness on her pretty face.

"What’s the point of protecting her? With her acting like that, even if she’s the producer’s sister, the director won’t keep her." After these words, they covered their mouths and laughed, eyes full of irony.

Melody was stunned at that moment, and even the cup in her hand fell to the floor, making a crisp sound.

Moira Young quickly embraced her, "Don’t listen to their nonsense. Your acting is okay. As long as you keep working hard, there’s no problem."

But Melody seemed to know as well, sighed, picked up the broken pieces of the cup, and threw them in the trash, "You don’t need to comfort me; I actually know."

Moira Young felt a bit guilty but said nothing in the end.

"Alright, clean up quickly, we’re about to shoot the next scene." Moira Young wiped the tears from her eyes, quickly steering away from the topic.

Melody nodded lightly, dried her tears, and motivated herself.

But somehow, Melody’s state became worse and worse, until even the director sighed, "That’s it for today. Melody, come with me, I have something to say to you."

Upon hearing this, both their hearts tightened instantly.

But Melody seemed to anticipate it, smiled at Moira Young, and followed the director away. Her silhouette appeared very desolate, causing Moira Young to feel uneasy.

"Why is your state so bad? When you came for the audition, your acting was fine." After saying this, Marcus Mercer looked at Melody with a deep frown.

Tears swirled in Melody’s eyes, but she held them back from falling.

She felt extremely wronged, though not wholly so.

Because of her own incompetence, she was called by the director, and it was her fault.

The director seemed also unwilling to say it but did anyway, "If you really can’t do it, leave early. Our crew has no time to train anyone. You’ve already held us back today, and if you continue like this, you’ll waste everyone’s time and the budget, and we won’t be able to support the filming."

After all, it’s currently airing, and training someone would take a lot of time and effort.

After saying this, the director turned his back, seemingly making a big decision, "I have great respect for your cousin, everyone recognizes her capability. If you really can’t do it, I’ll have to replace you."

His words were clear; if Melody made no progress, she would be replaced.

"I understand." Her voice was not loud, her eyes filled with desolation.

It was undoubtedly a huge blow to her; she never imagined her first performance would end this way.

When Melody came out from the director, Moira Young had been anxiously waiting outside, worried about what two might have talked about.

But seeing Melody’s expression and her lost demeanor revealed a lot.

"What happened? Did he say something? If not, I’ll go talk to him." Moira Young held Melody’s hand, ready to confront the director.

But a hand quickly held her back, pulling her back to a stop, "Don’t go. I know this is my fault, my lack of ability, not the director’s."

Melody was well aware of her own capabilities.

Moira Young felt anxious; she had never felt this way before.

She never let anyone close or cared this much because she didn’t like interacting with people, so she didn’t have many friends in the crew.

But Melody was one of the few she felt she could be close to. Since she was in this group, Moira Young wouldn’t let her leave.

"You clearly can do it, with just a little training... Trust me, I’ll speak with the director, he’ll definitely let you stay." Moira Young was about to head in, but Melody tightly gripped her hand, "It’s no use."

Her voice was empty, like a soulless shell.

"Don’t be like this." Moira Young, heartbroken, pulled Melody into her arms.

"The director said if I don’t perform, I’ll be replaced. Instead of that, I’d rather leave on my own." After saying this, she broke out in a big grin, as if it wasn’t her who was about to be replaced.

Moira Young was a bit stunned, unexpected that she could still smile at this moment.

Right, she was always such a carefree girl; such things wouldn’t daunt her.

"..." Moira Young was just about to say something but was interrupted by Melody, "Let’s go, the day is over, how about we both go for a meal?"

Moira Young knew she couldn’t refuse, so she reluctantly nodded.

Melody picked the place herself, and she had to admit the restaurant’s atmosphere and environment were excellent.

"I come to this restaurant often; so does my cousin." Saying this, Melody greeted the manager with ease.

After they sat down, a waiter came with a menu, "What would you two lovely ladies like to order?"

After ordering some random items, Moira Young felt increasingly that Melody’s mood was off.

Though she kept a smile, her eyes gradually turned red.

When everything was served, Moira Young noticed Melody ordered two bottles of beer.

"Why beer? Why would you..." Initially, she wanted to ask more but refrained when she saw Melody’s state.

He didn’t mind and opened a bottle for himself.

Moira Young worriedly watched her, noticing a few tears falling on the table.

Only then did she realize Melody had started crying, with tears dropping like soybeans on the table, looking very pitiful.

Moira Young found herself at a loss for what to do, reaching out to wipe her tears, "Don’t cry. What’s there to cry about? It’s just a small matter, isn’t it?"