Afternoon.
The crew of "Interstellar Immigrants" had mostly left today, leaving only Director Gary Young and Yates Zander behind.
Even the staff had all gone.
It seemed as if it had disbanded in advance, after all, with the lead actress in trouble, the crew couldn't continue.
Disbanding was just a matter of time; it just hadn't been officially announced yet.
Of course, Lily Clarke was still in Frontier City Hospital. Her foot injury wasn't serious, just a simple sprain.
Frontier City Hospital.
"Sister Lily, mutton porridge." Assistant Matilda Yale opened the takeout package and carefully placed everything in front of Lily Clarke.
Lily Clarke glanced at the porridge with a thin layer of oil floating on top and said disdainfully, "So oily? How am I supposed to eat this? Don't you know I don't like oily food? And where are my poached shrimps?"
"I'll order you another serving. The poached shrimps aren't available yet." The assistant had no choice but to take away the porridge.
