His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1265 Sad Truth

Feeling bored, Rachel rested her chin on her palms and silently gazed out the window, staring

absentmindedly outside. It was difficult to make anything out from the vague expression she was

making. Was she simply daydreaming? Was she occupied by the whole issue with Miranda? Or was

she simply enjoying the night view in the rain?

It started pouring down heavier and heavier, but some sins were just too thick to be washed away by

strong rain.

"Ms. Bai, I assumed you would want to discuss this with me. Just tell me. What do you want? I can

meet any of your demands with my full capability as long as you destroy any copies of the file and give

me the original."

Clearly, Miranda was terrified. How could someone like her allow anyone else to have their hands on

something that could be used against her? How could she stand to be threatened?

Although her eyes silently pierced with cruelty, her tone only reflected a soft, pleading voice.

"Mrs. Zhan, you're a smart person. What I want is really simple. I have no doubt that you can meet my

expectation as long as you want to. I hope that you can invest profusely in the Tarsan Corporation.

You've probably heard by now that my company is going through a tough period these days. I need

your investment to help us get through. The moment I receive the money, I will hand the audio file over This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

to you. How's that? It's a fair deal, right?"

Though she scoffed in her mind, on the surface, Miranda answered with careful politeness so as to

avoid triggering Rachel, "Alright, I can agree to that. But I hope that you will keep your promise as well."

"You can rest assured. I'm happy to finally strike a deal with you, Mrs. Zhan." After the call ended,

Rachel couldn't help plastering a smug smile on her face. It didn't take her much effort to get the

company's issue solved, thanks to Bernard. At last, Holley was able to offer something helpful—she

referred Rachel to the right person.

'Well… it seems I should treat Bernard for this, ' Rachel decided.

And Holley, who had been eagerly waiting for Rachel to help her get out, was, of course, pushed to the

back of her mind.

However, Miranda was not at all elated. In spite of everything, she stood still on her feet because of

something on her mind.

The tender, delicately made-up face was flashed with insidiousness.

In her eyes, Rachel's presence was like a bomb that could explode at any given moment. How could a

proud woman like Miranda stand to be humiliated like that? 'That bitch knows too many of my secrets!

I can't allow her to go on like this…but…

I still need to craft my plan carefully. I can't mess up, ' Miranda decided firmly.

Meanwhile, another issue was taking place in a cafe near the Shining Company.

From her sources, Rachel found out that Charles was finally back at work in the company along with a

shocking secret.

As it turned out, when Melissa invited Leila to her house, Sheryl committed a crime—she poisoned

Leila's tea, leaving her hospitalized. Since then, she had been in a coma and hadn't woken up. And not

only that, when Melissa confronted Sheryl, she was pushed down the stairs, severely injured, and was

left hospitalized as well. Melissa's condition still remained unknown.

Upon hearing the news, Rachel burst into laughter, overcome with joy.

It was the perfect picture. Finally, luck was on her side. In the past, whenever she tried to get close to

Charles, Sheryl would be standing in the way to block her. When she was pushed aside, Leila

appeared and took all of Melissa's fondness for herself. It seemed that Rachel wasn't next in line after

Sheryl to stand beside Charles like she thought she would be.

Now, she had just cleared out both of her obstacles and there was no one left to compete with her.

How happier could she be?

After some pondering, Rachel decided that she would approach Charles using the excuse of her

company facing some problems. The last time she tried to find him, he was away—now, he was finally

back from the business trip. It would be a pity if she failed to seize her chance.

If she went straight to his office, however, she was wary about Charles refusing to meet her. Eager to

get some time with him, she waited for hours at the main entrance of his company.

It was a rather sad truth that she no longer had the privilege to wander around the area—it was too

much of his world. So she ordered a cup of coffee to kill time while waiting for Charles to get off work.

After what felt like a century, Rachel eventually saw the figure she was longing to see. She wasted no

time in dashing toward him to say her piece.

"Charles, Holley and I have been framed. We didn't murder Mr. Zhan. Now that Holley is going to be

sentenced soon, could you please help us?"

Afraid that he wouldn't have the patience to listen to her explanation, she spoke out everything in a

single breath.

"Please…please help us. Will you? Even just for the sake of…

for what we had in the past…okay? Charles?"

While she pleaded to him, she almost began crying. As a part of her meticulous plan, she had to act

extremely pitiful and grief-stricken.

It was basically second nature for her to arouse men's pity for her.

Unfortunately for her, she might have forgotten that Charles wasn't just any man—he wouldn't just love

her and dote on her if she let a few tears escape.

When he saw Rachel's face, his eyes suddenly turned dim. With a hint of disgust on his face, he

retreated a couple of steps to keep a distance from the woman. It was only then when he graced her

with a reply.

"I have nothing to say to you. Especially not about our past relationship. As for the trouble you

mentioned, I have no way to help you. You've asked the wrong person. And by the way, as far as I

know, you had a good relationship with Lance."

After a pause, he continued, "There's one more thing. Rachel, we still haven't solved everything. I don't

even want you in my sight. What in the world makes you think that I would ever help you?"

His words struck Rachel speechless. All she could think was how much she hated hearing Charles'

cold and hurtful words. It was clear that she couldn't take his harshness.

Seemingly oblivious to her pain, Charles was already walking away. In a hurry, she grabbed onto his

sleeve as if it were the only beacon of hope in the sheer darkness—it really was her only hope.

"Charles, don't leave, please…I… I really have no idea what to do. Help me, please. I know I did wrong

but I truly love you. Please…"

Never had she ever brought herself so low—she had virtually given up all her self-esteem. But that was

her only chance.

"No, I know exactly what kind of woman you are. You will get what you want regardless of what it takes.

You always have a mask on. You enjoy being admired by everyone around you. And that's all you really

care about. That's who you are. I don't trust you. I can't help you either, so just go."

With practically his full strength, he shoved off the hand on his sleeve. It was clear to him that talking to

the selfish and hypocritical woman in front of him was only a terrible waste of time.

The only thing on his mind was the thought of getting back home and seeing the faces of Sheryl and

his children. As for Rachel, all he could feel for her was hatred and disdain.

Without another glance or word, he strode towards his car and drove off. From the rear view, Rachel's

figure grew smaller and smaller until it eventually disappeared.

As soon as Charles left, Rachel seemed to have lost her soul—she was stumbling over herself, down

on a road where she couldn't see the end. How ridiculous, she thought.

Even as she was disdained by the man she loved, she was still trying her hardest to capture his heart

once again.

Early in the morning, Sheryl got up and was ready for the day. As per her usual routine, she went down

to check on her children and lightly smiled as she saw Clark and Shirley still tucked in bed, dreaming

away.

Still busy in the kitchen, Nancy noticed that Sheryl had just woken up, still in a daze. "Sher, you wake

up so early lately. You don't have to go to the hospital by yourself. There are other people there. You

can sleep in a little bit…"

"It's alright, Nancy. Now that Mom is hospitalized, I should take care of her. Charles is really busy. He

has whole days of work and then hospital duty at night. I think I should do what I can to help ease his

burden."

Despite what she said, she still felt a deep bitterness inside.

Day after day, she would prepare soup and other meals for Melissa, but nothing was every accepted—

she wasn't even given a chance to talk to her. Whenever she appeared in sight, Melissa would turn

extremely agitated in a snap and chase her out with harsh words.