"Hi, Ryan, and Nicole Carter." Entering the small living room of the apartment, Pat Goldsley began making introductions for everyone. "This is Mr. Harvey Weinstein from Miramax Films. Harvey Carter, these two are Ryan Jenkins and Nicole Kidman."

After a few brief pleasantries, Weinstein got straight to the point. "Kidman Miss, may I ask if you are Ryan's guardian?"

"Yes." Although she was still a bit confused, Nicole Carter nodded.

"Here's the thing, Miramax Films has decided to buy the script for 'The Sixth Sense'..." Harvey Weinstein hadn't finished speaking when Nicole Carter interrupted, "Script? The Sixth Sense? What script?"

With her question, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became a bit strange. Nicole Kidman and Harvey Weinstein both turned their eyes to Pat Goldsley, clearly wanting her to explain.

Goldsley looked at Ryan, who sat there calm and unmoving. There was no need to ask—obviously, this little guy hadn't told Nicole Carter about the script or the reason for their visit today. She had no choice but to explain, "Ryan gave me a script he wrote, and I passed it on to Miramax Films. After reading it, Harvey Carter decided to buy it. I called this morning, but it seems Ryan must have forgotten to tell you."

"Ryan..." Nicole Carter looked over.

"Nicole Carter, I just wanted to surprise you. Okay, I apologize."

With just a few words, Ryan explained everything to Nicole Carter. He had written the script while in London, then gave it to Pat Goldsley. The other party had called that morning, but he had deliberately kept it a secret to surprise her.

"Darling, you really startled me. I know you read a lot of books on scriptwriting while in London, but I never expected..." Nicole Carter's hand waved unconsciously, as if she didn't know what to say. After steadying herself, she looked at the man across from her. "I'm sorry, Mr. Weinstein, could I take a look at the script first?"

"Of course."

Weinstein took out the script and handed it to Nicole Carter. As an excellent businessman, having enough patience in the face of profit is a basic quality. While waiting, he observed quietly, especially the boy named Ryan.

He was a bit thin and frail. From what had just happened, it was clear his behavior was a bit unpredictable, but those sky-blue eyes were exceptionally bright, occasionally flashing with a maturity and wisdom beyond his years. Perhaps this time, there would really be a big payoff.

The script wasn't very thick, at most a little over a hundred pages. Nicole Carter had read many of Ryan's works and was extremely familiar with his writing style, so she read very quickly. But the more she read, the more complicated her feelings became. The lonely, helpless boy in need of care and warmth was clearly Ryan before the age of seven, and the single mother was obviously modeled after herself.

In fact, some of the scenes in the script, in her view, were drawn directly from their life together after they met. The mother and son in the story were clearly the two of them—relying on each other, not related by blood but closer than family.

But why did these touching scenes appear in a thriller script? Maybe it had something to do with the dark memories lingering in Ryan's mind. Nicole Carter sighed inwardly, suddenly feeling that she still hadn't cared enough for him.

Chapter 8: I Don't Agree

"Can you tell us about your original intention or inspiration for writing this script?"

Although he trusted that Pat Goldsley wouldn't deceive him in such matters, and the woman and boy across from him didn't seem to be acting, Harvey Weinstein still needed to confirm for himself to be at ease.

"Original intention? Inspiration?" Ryan gave a knowing smile. He was well aware that age was a big issue, but if used well, it could be an advantage. After all, some things sound completely different coming from a child than from an adult.

"Let me put it this way, Mr. Weinstein. Although I wrote this script as a thriller and suspense story, at its core, it should really be classified as family drama. I don't know if Pat mentioned it to you, but I'm an orphan. Before being adopted by Nicole Carter, I lived in an orphanage. Ever since I can remember, everyone in the orphanage except for the old director called me a freak. No one wanted to be friends with me, and no one wanted to play with me."

Ryan gave a self-deprecating smile. "Of course, this has something to do with my somewhat withdrawn personality and unpredictable behavior, but it's undeniable that I grew up in a cold and indifferent environment. Especially watching my peers get adopted one by one while I was always left behind, sometimes I would fantasize—would someone help me escape this predicament?"

"The orphanage's Dean Katie was a warm-hearted lady. If it weren't for her comforting and helping me, I really don't know how I would have survived those cold years. In a sense, Dr. Malcolm in the script is the embodiment of Dean Katie."