Chapter 1795 I''ll Pick You Up


    "I have forgotten," I said with a chuckle. She narrowed her eyes, raised her head, and shed Sheryl


    a childish smile.


    Sometimes, Sheryl admired her friend''s ability to smile at any time. The smallest piece of good news


    could make I beam with joy. Although there were moments when she was easily angered, she often


    calmed down just as quickly. Sheryl attributed this to I''s thoughtful and sensitive nature.


    ''If I were as open-minded as I, maybe things wouldn''t have ended this way, '' Sheryl thought.


    "Sher, what''s wrong?" I noticed that Sheryl had be distracted and unnaturally quiet while she


    was talking. She raised a hand and waved it in front of Sheryl''s face.


    Her attempt worked like a charm. "Ah, nothing. I have to go through security now. You can go back to


    the office. I''ll be fine. I''ll be back in one or two days." Sheryl, now brought back to reality, noticed the


    worry on I''s face. She patted her on the shoulder in a feeble attempt tofort her.


    "Well... If anything happens, don''t forget to call me," I said as she shot Sheryl a meaningful gaze.


    "What''s going to happen to me? Stop worrying for no reason!" Sheryl assured her with a smile. She


    had no idea what I meant, and she thought no more of it.


    Suddenly reminded of the ne''s schedule, she smiled, waved I goodbye, and walked toward


    security.


    When I finally thought of the proper response, Sheryl had already turned away and had gone


    through the metal detector. I had no other choice but to remain standing where she was and sigh.


    She silently wished Sheryl a safe and happy trip.


    As soon as Sheryl found her seat, she settled into it. Once she wasfortably seated, she reached


    into her handbag and fished out her earbuds. She ced one earbud snugly in each ear, yed her


    choice of music, and closed her eyes. At that moment, the music seemed to be her only escape from


    the sad realities of her life.


    Outside the airport, Aron was leaning against his car, patiently awaiting I''s return. When he saw her


    walking out of the sliding doors, he felt inclined to call her attention. However, something was off. His


    wife looked upset and distracted. Aron was worried that there must have been some disagreement


    between her and Sheryl.


    I approached without a word and, still dazed, got into the car. Aron sat in the driver''s seat and


    looked at her. It seemed as though she had no intention of talking or even acknowledging him. He


    cleared his throat to try to get her attention—nothing.


    It was as if I was lost in her own little world.


    "I, are you okay?" Aron didn''t hesitate to ask. This behavior was extremely unusual for his wife.


    "Yes. I am. I''m just thinking—maybe I was wrong to do that." I frowned. She anxiously grabbed


    Aron''s hand and finally looked him in the eyes.


    Aron had never seen her this nervous. Seeing her like this made him even more worried than he had


    been earlier. Nevertheless, his face didn''t betray his emotions. Instead, he held her hand and said


    warmly, "I, it''s alright. Someday, Sheryl will understand that she has to face her own battles, too.


    When I disagreed with you yesterday, it wasn''t because I thought you were wrong. I just thought she


    wasn''t ready to face all this by herself yet..."


    He knew what he had to do as a husband. Aron knew that his job was tofort his wife in times of


    distress. Fortunately, it worked. I, now visibly, albeit only slightly, relieved, was nodding her head


    over and over. Although she was still feeling sad, she managed to sh him a sweet smile.


    "Yes, you may be right. Let''s get back to the office. I will contact Sherylter." I forced a bigger smile


    and jokingly urged Aron to hurry up and drive.


    In the five-star Mysian hotel, Melissa had just finished her lunch.


    She was nning to take an afternoon nap and was on her way to her hotel room when she ran into


    Charles. He was all dressed up and was about to go out.


    "Didn''t you go out with Le? I thought you were out helping her purchase a formal dress?" Melissa


    had a confused look on her face. She nced at Le''s room and looked back at Charles.


    When Charles heard Le''s name, his nose wrinkled in irritation. He approached his mother and


    replied softly, "Mom, Le is an adult. Does she really need my help with something as simple as


    buying clothes?"


    Melissapletely understood what her son meant. "Are you ming me? Are you saying I''m a bad


    person just because I tell you what I think is right?"


    "Mom, why would I me you? Why would I think that way about you?" Charles noticed that the


    conversation had made Melissa deeply unhappy. Immediately, he thought of her health. Guilt prevailed.


    He didn''t want to be the son who disobeyed his ailing mother, so he stopped and tried to soother her


    instead. "Let''s get you back to your room, Mom. I''ll help you. Get some rest."


    Avoiding the important and dwelling on the trivial worked on Melissa. Now that her son was assisting


    her up to her suite and showing concern, she couldn''t bring up Le''s name again. If she did, it would


    look like she was deliberately and repeatedly putting Charles in a difficult position.


    When they returned to Melissa''s hotel room, Charles made a point of it to call Le right in front of his


    mother.


    "Have you found a dress yet?" Charles asked as soon as Le answered the call.


    Le, who was browsing through a rack of dresses, had not been expecting Charles'' call. Not wanting


    to make him wait, she instantly answered the call. However, she was carrying her bag and a couple of


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    dresses for fitting. It took her some time to get the phone up to her ear.


    Since Charles had spoken the moment she picked it up, she didn''t hear what he had asked.


    "Charles, pardon?" Le asked gently.


    Charles nced at Melissa. Although he was irritated, he continued to talk to Le with the same


    expression on his face and a mild tone of voice. "I asked if you''ve bought what you wanted to buy."


    "Not yet. I''m still shopping. Did something happen? Is there something wrong with Aunt Melissa? I''ll be


    back right away." When Charles had asked about the dress, Le had picked up the hint that he was


    nning something, but she kept quiet about it. She asked about his mother instead.


    "My mother is fine. Where are you? I''ll pick you up, and I''ll help you find a dress."


    "I''m in the neighborhood, at a mall close to the hotel. I''ll send you the address..."


    As soon as Le finished her sentence, Charles hung up the phone.


    "Hello?" Le said into the phone, stunned by the harshness of the busy signal.


    She knew that calling Charles back was not an option. There was nothing she could do now but send


    him the address and wait.


    Melissa breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Charles had listened to her. Still, on some level,


    she knew he didn''t really want to spend time with Le. "Charles," she said apologetically. "I didn''t


    mean to push you. I only feel sorry for Le..."


    "Mom, haven''t I done what you wanted me to do? I''m going to help her find a dress," Charles


    interrupted Melissa, not bothering to mask his impatience. He was clear on how badly he didn''t want to


    be with Le, but what could he do now?


    Melissa understood. She knew that Charles felt forced to do things and that he despised her for it. The


    grudge he held against her was evident in his eyes. She was afraid that if she continued to speak, she


    would push him even further.


    "Okay. Fine. I''ll stop. Just go. Don''t keep Le waiting for too long," Melissa responded with a hesitant


    smile. She decided that it was thest thing she was going to say on the subject.


    Keeping mum was not an easy thing to do. She cared deeply about Le. Whenever she spoke to


    Charles about her, she felt as though she was telling her son to take care of his wife.


    "Take care of yourself. I''m going," Charles reminded Melissa. Then he made his way to the door and


    eventually out of the hotel.


    He was about to do what his mother wanted him to do, but spending time with Le didn''t mean he


    epted her in his life the way Melissa wanted him to. There were too many factors to consider,


    Melissa''s health being an important one. For now, no matter how much he hated the idea, he had to go


    to Le.


    He didn''t have to walk far. He was able to locate the address that Le had sent quite quickly. When he


    arrived, he immediately spotted Le sitting by the mall''s entrance. After sighing deeply, he walked on


    over to her.


    Le was passing the time with a game on her phone and had her head lowered. Suddenly, everything


    appeared dim as a shadow showed up in front of her. Irritated, she raised her head, only to see that it


    was Charles. The displeasure that had been on her face was gone in an instant. She smiled at him.


    "Charles," she said. "You came."