Chapter 1386 Confession
Chapter 1386 Confession
"Leila, how couldn't you know what I'm talking about? Who could have sneaked into Sheryl's room in
the middle of the night?" Melissa said with a scornful smile.
Nancy had found Sheryl in a breathless stage this morning. Leila must have sneaked into Sheryl's
room in the middle of the night, so Melissa decided to trick her.
Leila panicked as she thought that Melissa had known about her crime.
"Aunt Melissa, I'm sorry. Please don't tell others. I'm begging you," Leila confessed immediately, too
scared to lie. Unable to stop herself, Leila began sobbing. Her tears were enough to confirm that she
admitted to trying to kill Sheryl.
Anxiety and guilt overcame Leila, and she couldn't think clearly enough to tell that Melissa was merely
manipulating her. Thinking that she was already exposed, she decided it would be better to confess
herself, hoping that Melissa would stay on her side and keep her secret.
Nodding her head in satisfaction, Melissa said, "You can rest assured. I'm not Charles. I don't care
about who tried to kill Sheryl."
Then, she added, "But Leila, how can you be that stupid? It doesn't matter that you failed to kill her. But
you should have kept yourself clean. How are you going to stay out of this now?"
As if she was ashamed of herself, Leila lowered her head. In truth, she condemned Melissa inwardly,
'Easier said than done. Why don't you do it yourself if you're such an expert? You never had the guts to
do it. And now that I've tried it myself, all you can do is lecture me! At least I did something. You
coward!'
Of course, Leila didn't dare say such words to Melissa's face. Instead, she bowed her head and
listened to Melissa silently.
As Melissa continued, she got more and more excited. "If only we could get rid of her! I wish she'd just
die already. She'll never do us any good. What a shame! She got lucky this time."
For the first time since they worked together, Leila realized that Melissa was just as vicious as her. She
had underestimated Melissa before, it seemed.
"You're right. Sheryl just got lucky. That luck will run out, sooner or later."
That, at least, Melissa could agree with. Having been allies for so long, Melissa treated Leila as a real
friend. For now, she could manage to keep her temper. Because of Shirley, however, things had been
rather awkward between them lately.
"Charles is already suspicious of you. You need to be careful. You can't confess so easily like you did
just now. I asked him to save you from prison before. But I can't do that a second time."
As she warned, Melissa gave her a pointed look, as if she was doing her a favor, and all that she could
to help her.
"I know, Aunt Melissa. I'll be more careful." This, at least, satisfied Melissa. Leila's behavior made her
feel more superior.
With that, Melissa headed back to her bedroom, her hands resting on her back. Behind her, Leila finally
rolled her eyes after holding back during the entire conversation.
But Melissa was right. If someone like Melissa could guess that it was Leila's doing, a clever person
like Charles must have already uncovered the truth. Otherwise, he wouldn't have let Nancy say such
things to her. From what she heard from Nancy, Charles was dead-set on finding the murderer.
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Leila knew his image of her had become even worse. How was she ever supposed to win his heart?
The idea worried her.
How could she stay clean in this situation?
Lost in thought, Leila sat in front of the dresser all night, racking her brain for a solution.
The next morning, in Sheryl's hospital ward, Nancy dropped by for an early visit because the doctor
told her that Sheryl was already doing better and that she should be waking up soon.
She had two containers with her, one for millet congee and the other for chicken soup. It took a while
for her to prepare the meals, having made sure that they were light and not too oily. Nancy wanted to
do all she could to help Sheryl recover.
When she stepped inside, the first thing she saw was Charles, sitting next to Sheryl, having fallen
asleep with his head on his arms.
Not wanting to disturb him, Nancy walked quietly. Still, Charles was never a deep sleeper, and he woke
up the instant he heard footsteps in the room.
His face was pale with exhaustion, having had little sleep lately. Rubbing his eyes, he greeted, "Nancy,
you're here so early. Come, have a seat."
He pointed to the chair next to him.
Seeing the dark circles under Charles' eyes, Nancy felt rather sorry for him. She knew that it was a
difficult time for him, and it kept him from getting a good rest.
With a subtle sigh, she wondered why there were so many tragedies happening lately. Shirley was still
missing and they had no clues about her whereabouts. Now, Sheryl had to be hospitalized because of
attempted murder. 'What happened to this family?' Nancy asked herself, thinking of going to spend a
day at the temple for prayer.
All Nancy wished for was that Shirley returned to the family and that Sheryl recovered quickly. She
dearly missed the laughter and harmony within the family.
"Mr. Lu, I can take care of Sher. Why don't you go get some rest? I'm sure that Sher wouldn't want to
see you like this when she wakes up. You can't take care of this family if you get sick as well," she
suggested, noticing that Charles was almost drifting off to sleep again.
"I'm fine, Nancy. Thank you. You don't need to worry about me. I want to stay here with Sher," he
declined with a smile.
Though she understood, Nancy couldn't help but sigh.
Seeing the love and concern in Charles' eyes, she was rather puzzled. Only a few days ago, Charles
was so quick to misunderstand and blame Sher, even when she was in pain because of Shirley's
disappearance.
With a shake of her head, Nancy thought she might just be too old to understand young people
nowadays.
After a quick stop to the bathroom to wash his face, Charles returned to the ward quickly.
All he could do was fix his gaze on Sheryl and worry, wondering why she was still unconscious. He
knew he would never relax until she woke up.
About half an hour later, Nancy suddenly called his attention in excitement. "Mr. Lu, look! Sher's
fingers! They moved." She pointed it out, her eyes welling up with tears.