The Apple of My Eye

Chapter 2143 To Know You Once Again

"Mom, we'd better wait for the doctor's diagnosis. Maybe there are some complications caused by

fever. Please don't be worried," Sheryl comforted her, but at the same time, she could not help worrying

about her son. Clark was such an innocent child. He didn't deserve to be treated like this. It ached her

heart to watch him suffer from the illness.

However, since Melissa was in her old age, Sheryl didn't want her to worry too much.

Hearing Sheryl's words, Melissa felt much more relieved. She said, "I hope so. I really pray the kid will

be fine."

Sheryl didn't say anything. Her heart was as heavy as lead.

Charles followed the doctor all the way to the examination room. Since Clark's condition was special,

he was immediately pushed into the examination room for inspection.

Director Liu asked Charles to wait outside and promised to inform him as soon as the inspection result

came out.

The door was slammed shut, leaving Charles alone. Charles stared at it with his gloomy face. In this

state, he felt suffocated. His breathing began to grow heavy. All of a sudden, he hit the wall with his fist.

'God damn Rob!' he thought. After what Rob had done, he couldn't spare him so easily.

The air of the basement was gloomy, cold, and wet because it was shunned away from the sunlight. All

year round, it lived without an ounce of natural light.

At that moment, the figure of a man appeared. His back was tightly pushed against the wall, and his

hands and feet were handcuffed. He couldn't move an inch.

The man lowered his head a bit. His clothes were torn into rags. He was badly bruised. There were

wounds all over his body.

Eerily, the man remained silent like a dead man. The only way for someone to tell he was alive was Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

from his slight but rapid breathing.

On the opposite side of the man sat two men in black, one holding a whip and the other holding a

firebrand. They both seemed to be very tired, so they sat slouched on the chairs.

One of the men, with short spiky hair, spat on the wall and said, "What a stroke of bad luck! This

wretched man is a burden to us. We are stuck with him while we should be handling those beautiful

women. It would be so much fun to spend time with them!"

His companion echoed, "Our troubles would come to an end if we killed him. However, we can't even

let him die because Boss has asked us to keep him alive."

"What nonsense are you talking about? The man poisoned our boss's son. We haven't gotten the

antidote yet. Of course, he can't die," the other man scolded.

"Who knows if it's true that he has the antidote? Maybe it's all made up by this man..."

The man with short spiky hair did not finish speaking because his mobile phone rang, bringing their

conversation to a full stop.

His expression changed quickly because the phone call was from the person he dreaded the most: his

boss.

He answered the phone immediately and spoke using a respectful tone, "Hello, Boss".

"Did you get him to speak?" Charles asked.

"Sir, he is really a hard nut to crack. We have done everything possible to get him to speak, but he

didn't comply," the short spiky-haired man said helplessly.

"Okay, I get it," Charles answered and then hung up the phone.

The short spiky-haired man looked at his phone after the call had been hung up. He didn't have the

slightest idea as to what was going on in his boss's head. In this startled state, he began to scratch his

head in confusion. He decided to go back and continue to deal with Rob.

In the ward, Sheryl and Melissa were waiting anxiously for the result of Clark's examination. Charles

hadn't come back since he left with them.

A bad feeling overpowered her. 'Did my little boy really get some serious illness?' she wondered.

Just when she had become immersed in such thoughts, she heard a familiar voice from the door.

"Sheryl!"

Sheryl turned around and saw Vicky standing by the door.

'Why is she here?' she thought.

Melissa was taking a rest and had her eyes closed. However, this voice woke her up. She immediately

opened her eyes and couldn't believe what she saw. Then she stood up and said, "What are you doing

here?"

She didn't have any idea that Clark was brought back with Vicky's help. In her eyes, she was still a

horrible person. She instantly assumed that Vicky had come here to look for her son, Charles.

"Mom, calm down," Sheryl stopped Melissa and directed her attention toward Vicky. "Miss. Ruan, how

did you find this place?"

Vicky came forward with a smile and explained, "I knew you were in this hospital. Then I asked the

receptionist for Clark's room number. Now that was a piece of cake."

Vicky's smile further annoyed Melissa. Firstly, she had seduced Charles. And now, this calculating

woman had the audacity to come here for her grandson.

She wished she had kicked this disaster out earlier!

Melissa shouted, "Get out! You're not welcome here!"

Vicky's face changed, but she didn't look angry. She still smiled and said, "Auntie, I'm here to see

Clark."

"I don't care..."

But Sheryl interrupted Melissa before she could finish her words. She held Melissa's arm and said,

"Miss. Ruan, come in and have a seat."

After Vicky sat down, Sheryl explained what happened yesterday to Melissa, "Mom, if it wasn't for

Vicky's help, Clark wouldn't have been saved so soon."

After hearing this, Melissa felt a little embarrassed. She really didn't expect that Vicky would do such a

thing for her grandson. It turned out that she had long cooperated with Sheryl.

"Well, Miss. Ruan, I was so..."

"It doesn't matter, Aunt. Thanks to Sher! Without her, I would have ended up with the same tragedy as

Rob." Then she looked at Sheryl with gratitude and said, "Sher, thanks for the villa, but I can't accept it.

What I did in the past was very bad. My heart is content, knowing that you forgave me. I will move out

in a few days. I really can't bother you anymore."

Hearing Vicky's words, Sheryl knew that she truly regretted what she had done. However, this woman

had saved Clark's life, so she couldn't let her leave without giving her something.

"You don't need to consider that villa as a gift. In fact, I am not giving it to you for free," Sheryl said

suddenly.

Vicky froze for a second and asked, "What do you want?"

"In the future, we may need you to do something for us. You are familiar with Rob, and you know what

he has done. Ferry is now in prison and definitely preparing to do something awful. We are afraid that

something unexpected may happen, so if you leave the villa, it will be inconvenient for me to look for

you, won't it?"

Hearing Sheryl's words, Vicky knew that Sheryl was giving her a step to walk down. In fact, Sheryl was

indirectly showing her determination to give the villa to her.

Melissa, who had been confused by what they had said, now understood that Sheryl was grateful to

Vicky for saving Clark.

At this moment, Melissa thought Sheryl was doing the right thing. What's more, she felt pride in Sheryl

once again.

As a daughter-in-law, Sheryl was not only capable and tolerant but also adept at understanding others'

difficulties. 'Why did it take me so long to see what a gem she is?' Melissa wondered.

Once again, she felt stupid for falling prey to Leila's traps.

But she was thankful that things had turned out well now. She swore to herself that she wouldn't

suspect her family members anymore.

Hearing Sheryl's words, Vicky smiled and thanked her again. 'Sheryl is so gentle and considerate. I

can't believe I stooped low enough to do things to hurt her!' thought Vicky.

They talked about Clark's physical condition again. Vicky looked around and asked, "So where is

Clark?"