Meanwhile, at the recording site, Polly Phelps was indeed being exceptionally attentive and careful with Clementine Chambers.
"Have you taken your temperature? Do you still have a fever?" Polly Phelps whispered.
Clementine Chambers, who had been doted on for the better part of the day, smiled shyly and whispered back, "I'm okay, it's under thirty-eight degrees. No need for a shot."
"Okay, it's time for your medicine." Polly Phelps glanced at his wristwatch, then looked over his shoulder at Clementine Chambers's assistant.
"The cameras are right here. It wouldn't look good if they filmed me taking medicine," Clementine Chambers said, gesturing to a nearby camera operator.
The cameraman panned the camera away, giving her time to go take her medicine in the back.
Watching the livestream, Tanya Thorne saw that Polly Phelps was no longer on screen and angrily slammed her phone on the table.
