Chapter 1397 The Evil Mother-inw
"Aunt Melissa, Charles is the only man I love. It''s my lifelong dream to be his wife. Please don''tugh
at me," Le blurted out and lowered her head, looking at her fingers bashfully.
Meanwhile, Melissa said nothing. She only smiled contently, hearing exactly what she expected she
would hear.
But what Melissa said left Le scratching her head—she was dying to know what exactly Melissa was
implying. But when she lifted her head, she found that she had her eyes closed, wearing a self-satisfied
expression of joy. All Le could do was bite her lips and swallow down her curiosity.
On the way to the hospital, Le looked at the passing views to try and distract her from obsessing over
her own thoughts, thinking hard about what Melissa was going to do.
Even though she didn''t have any clue at the moment, Le figured that Melissa must''ve had certain
intentions.
Sensing that her utmost goal was once again out of her reach, Le felt her heart sink into her
stomach. Although Melissa wasn''t the perfect ally, a little bit of support was better than nothing.
If Melissa could teach Sheryl a lesson, then Le wouldn''t have to lift a single finger. And if Charles
was pissed off, Melissa would take the heat—Le would get off easy. All she needed to do was wait
and see.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Le went over her n again. The more she thought about it, the harder it
was to hide her excitement.
Stealing a nce at Melissa, she hoped that she could lend her a real hand this time and push her
closer to her life''s dream.
There wasn''t anything Le wouldn''t give to get the chance to marry into the Lu family. After waiting for
such a long time, it killed her to even see Charles, unable to do a thing.
The same question gued her heart every time, ''Will I ever get a chance to marry him?''
All she could do was answer her own question.
''Yes, he will!''
Clenching her fists rmingly tight, she had to stop herself from screaming out loud.
Meanwhile, in her ward, Sheryl was lying in the bed and staring at the ceiling.
In the passing days, she couldn''t sleep well, no matter how much the doctors urged her to rest well for
her recovery. Before the day her dear daughter came back home with her, it became impossible for her
to have a good night''s sleep. The thought that Shirley could be suffering alone somewhere out there
could keep Sheryl up forever.
Every night, as shey awake in her bed, her daughter''s sweet, lovely face would appear before her
eyes. Her sweet smile, her warm hugs…Sheryl missed everything about her.
One night, she was too frustrated to stay in bed and had to get up so she could pace around the room.
The idea that Shirley could be tortured or starved scared Sheryl to death. Her impulse was to knock
Le down, bite off her flesh and drink up her blood. She swore to God that she would make that bitch
pay with interest one day.
It was no coincidence. Because she couldn''t sleep at night, she caught Le slipping into her room.
That gave her the chance to pretend to havepsed into aa and tug Le around.
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Everything depended on how Sheryl yed along for the show.
As she brainstormed for her own ns, urgent knocks on the door interrupted her. Frowning at the
sudden interruption, she wondered who it could be. It couldn''t be Charles or Nancy or the doctor
because they wouldn''t startle her like that. Figuring that it was some uninvited guest, Sheryl sneered.
Instead of telling whoever it was toe in, she let them wait outside to see what they would do.
Just as she expected, the visitors stepped inside without permission.
Sheryl''s face twisted more tightly when she saw who her guests were. Impatient to get the interaction
over with, she didn''t bother to greet them.
"Why didn''t you tell us toe in? You''re perfectly fine. Didn''t you hear us knock? Don''t tell me your
illness is making you deaf!" The moment she saw her, Melissa blew up at Sheryl with a frenzy of rage,
broad enough to cover her whole face,pletely forgetting that she was there to visit a hospital
patient.
"Mom, I was taking a nap just now. The doctor told me to take as much rest as possible. I wasn''t
expecting anyone to visit at this time. I thought someone was knocking on the wrong door. It was so
loud that it almost gave me a heart attack." Sheryl decided to take her time and give a disguised
response to imply Melissa was an unwee disturbance.
"What?" Melissa shouted even louder, baffled at the response. The sarcasm in Sheryl''s words was
clear and Melissa could barely hold back her anger, but Le stopped her before she could utter
another word. After giving Melissa a reassuring smile, she turned to Sheryl.
"Sheryl, you misunderstand. Melissa came all the way here with good intentions. Maybe we were a
little too loud, but it''s just because we were so eager to see you. We didn''t know you were taking a
nap," she said, trying to sound reasonable.
The words only made Sheryl give them a t look. She was well aware of what the two women were
really. Sneering at them, she didn''t even think it worth the trouble to try being polite. Instead, she said
impatiently, "I don''t feel very well today. I just want to go back to bed. Now that you''ve seen me, please
leave. I''m not well enough to deal with you."
With that, Sheryl merely turned her back at them, making them re at her from behind, burning holes
into her head.
It wasn''t anything new. Melissa never had any kindness for Sheryl. The reason she came to visit was
simply out of curiosity, and maybe for the chance to amuse herself by seeing Sheryl in such a weak
state. It wasn''t often for Sheryl looked so helpless.
But much to her dismay, Melissa didn''t get what she was expecting. Sheryl looked nothing like the
weak, pathetic patient Melissa thought she would be. In fact, adding fuel to the fire, she talked with her
nose high in the air, like she knew just how much better she was than them. With that, Melissa''s rage
toward her daughter-inw went past the ceiling.
"Sheryl, is that the way you should be speaking to your mother-inw? How dare you be so rude to me!
I came all this way to show my concern for you!" she roared back, pointing a trembling figure at
Sheryl''s back. The longer she was in Melissa''s sight, the angrier she got. Any ounce of decency she
had faded away and Melissa couldn''t stop pouring out all the striking words she had been piling up for
the woman.
"I''m so disappointed in you! God! Why did Charles have to marry such a shameless woman? Does he
ever think about his poor mother? Sheryl, don''t you dare forget what kind of family you married into! We
won''t tolerate you!"
This time, Le didn''t stop her. On the one hand, Melissa was too angry to reason with anyway, and
Le had no intention of being cannon fodder. On the other hand, it rather delighted her to see how
much Melissa hated Sheryl.
Instead of drawing fire upon herself, Le merely took a seat and enjoyed the show. Smirking at the
scene, she tried hard not to p and cheer.
"I shouldn''t be the one to tell you this. But you deserve to lie here in the hospital! I''ve never met such a
shameless woman in my life. Everyone will be better off if you rot here for the rest of your pitiful
existence! Save us the trouble!" At this point, Melissa was just letting words slip from her mouth without
thinking. With her hands on her hips, and her face twisted, she looked like a furious gargoyle ring
down at Sheryl.
While the whole episode unraveled, none of them noticed a figure stepping through the doorway. A
coldness came at them, harsh enough to freeze time.
"Mom, leave her alone! There couldn''t be a worse time for you tosh out and say whatever you want
like this. Get out!" Charles thundered from behind them. While he was already suppressing the anger in
his voice, his tone was already frightening enough to stun Melissa silent.
He was already in an awful mood, not having found his daughter yet. Too frustrated and impatient to do
anything else, he went to visit Sheryl in the hopes of finding a moment of relief. Nothing could''ve
displeased him more than to find what he had just witnessed, his own mother hurling insults at the
woman he loved most. Feeling so exhausted, he had the impulse to drag his mother outside by the
cor himself.