Chapter 991: Chapter 991: The Greatest Hope
"Grace now has plenty of top doctors by her side," Oliver Hudson said. "I believe everything will definitely be fine. I know you are anxious right now, but talking like this isn’t good for your own health."
Annie Anne sighed. She and Charlotte Thompson had been good friends for many years and naturally knew Charlotte’s temperament well.
Knowing that Grace Thompson had contracted such a disease, Charlotte would likely become even more anxious and worried.
"I know my own limits," Charlotte replied softly.
There was silence on the other end of the phone before Annie spoke slowly, "By the way, Charlotte, I’ve decided to return to the entertainment industry."
"Return to the entertainment industry?" Charlotte had not expected Annie to make such a decision.
If Annie loved acting and the entertainment industry, Charlotte would understand her return, but Charlotte knew clearly that Annie had no love for the entertainment industry at all.
The profession of an actor was not that important to Annie either.
Moreover, the entertainment business was a mixed bag, and given Annie’s current mental and physical health, she was not very healthy, which made Charlotte worried.
"Why go back?"
"I feel that I’ve recovered quite well, and it’s boring to stay at home anyway. It’s better to go out and find a job," Annie explained earnestly.
"Plus, I’ve always worked in the entertainment industry before, and there’s nothing wrong with that. With Oliver Hudson’s help, my return to the entertainment industry will go smoothly."
Hearing this, Charlotte’s eyes slightly drooped.
"What about you and Oliver Hudson?"
Annie chuckled on the other end, "Charlotte, don’t you think the current situation seems familiar?"
Charlotte was startled.
The current situation...
"Annie," Charlotte’s voice trembled slightly.
Annie, who had amnesia, was also in the entertainment industry, wasn’t she?
"Charlotte, I know what you’re worried about, but I think the current situation is quite good. Since I want to accept Oliver Hudson, let’s just start over," Annie explained.
"Dwelling on what happened in the past is pointless; it only adds to the worries of everyday life."
"Now that I have my own daughter, watching her grow up happy and joyful is my greatest hope."
Annie’s voice was very calm, betraying no hint of agitation.
However, Charlotte felt a persistent sense of oppressing gloom in her heart—things should not be this way.
"Annie..." Charlotte’s voice was dry.
Annie laughed on the other end, "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you this at this time."
"It’s nothing," said Charlotte, shaking her head even though she was still holding the phone.
"This is your choice, Annie, and no matter what happens, I will always be by your side."
Annie stared at the flowers on the windowsill, her fingertips gently brushing over the soft petals.
"Thank you," Annie said softly into the phone.
Because the flowers had just been watered, there were droplets on the petals that wet Annie’s fingertips.
She looked up towards the window, at the bustling streets and neon lights.
Yet only a single cold, clear lamp was lit in the room, casting a chilly light on her.
Annie hung up the phone and slowly walked over to the sofa, picking up a stack of scripts from the coffee table.
"Looking back on the past, the young man’s joyful song, now all that’s left are tears stains on my face..."
Annie murmured the lines from the script, almost involuntarily starting to hum them.