Chapter 786 Just Tell Him The Truth
Taking a sip of beer, Charles turned to Andy and said slowly, "Rick is safe now. Sheryl and the kids are
also back. Let''s move forward and put the entire ident behind us. Act as if it never happened."
"That''s easier said than done. You''re asking me to forget about what I''ve done. I simply can''t do it. The
guilt that I''m feeling is eating me up inside. I just can''t forgive myself." Andy smiled wryly and
continued, "How could I? I can''t even fall asleep because I keep on thinking about all the things that
have happened. There''s Sheryl, who suffered so much because of this ident. And I also thought of
you, and how you suffered for so long when she went missing. It hurts to have this much regret. I feel
like someone set a heavy stone on my chest and it weighs down on me with every minute that passes
by."
The part that Andy felt most apologetic for was the fact that he trusted Anthony could make Sheryl
happy. He couldn''t believe what Anthony had done to her.
Charles offered him a warm smile and tried to console him. "Stop thinking about that. Listen to me. Let
it go. Things will get better now. Stop burdening yourself with things that have already happened."
As they continued to drink, Andy kept apologizing to Charles, who chose to forgive him and offer him
Charles was just putting himself in Andy''s shoes. Like Andy, he was also a parent, so he knew very
well how natural it was to be selfish for one''s own child.
It was already morning when Charles left Andy. Before he reached home, Charles got a call from Hugo,
who told him that Le was brought to the police station. He sighed in relief upon hearing the good
news.
He arrived home before sunrise. ncing at his empty home, Charles reallized that his heart felt just
as vacant.
He rested on the sofa and closed his eyes for a while. Shortly after, Nacy came in. She saw Charles on
the sofa and asked with a worried tone, "Mr. Lu, have you just gotten home?"
"Yes," he mumbled. He softly dug his knuckles at the sides of his head, hoping to ease his headache.
"How was Charliest night? Did anything happen? Is he okay? Was he in pain? Did he cry?" he
asked, one question after another.
"Don''t worry. Charlie is perfectly fine," Nacy replied. "He''s just as tough as you are. Even if he was in
pain, he neverined about it. Not a peep."
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For a small child to have suffered such a severe fracture must be very painful. But Charlie didn''t cry in
pain or say anything. It impressed Nacy when she saw how brave the boy was.
Charles smiled in delight. He felt proud, hearing Nacypliment for his son''s tough demeanor. "Of
course he''s a tough kid, Nacy. He''s my son, after all."
"Definitely." Nacy smiled and continued, "Aside from your appearance, his temper is exactly the same
as yours, too."
She got a whiff of alcohol from Charles and sensed he might be a little drunk. "Mr. Lu, are you hungry?
Let me cook you some porridge. It can help clear your head from all that alcohol," she offered.
He waved his hand in dismissal. "I don''t need it," he said, while shaking his head. "I''m not hungry. But
please prepare some porridge for Charlie. I''m going to my room to rest."
Nacy nodded. "Understood," she answered. Just as she was about to enter the kitchen, Charles
stopped her and instructed, "Do wake me up if Sheryles hereter."
"Of course," she replied. Nacy waspletely different from Nancy. Unlike Nancy, she did exactly as
she was told. She followed orders to the letter and avoided trouble by not doing anything that was
beyond her duty.
After taking a shower, Charles quickly fell asleep.
Just before noon, Sheryl went by to Charles'' ce, a homemade lunch in tow.
She was actually nning to be there earlier, but she was determined to cook something really nice for
Charles. And the soup that she was carrying took more time to prepare than she expected, causing her
to be a littlete. She had Shirley with her, and the moment they got inside the house, the little girl
rushed to find Charlie. Meanwhile, Sheryl headed to the kitchen to reheat the soup.
"Miss Xia, have you just arrived?" Nacy greeted Sheryl with a smile.
"Yes," Sheryl answered. She wanted to talk to Charles about Charlie. "Where''s Charles? Is he home?"
she asked.
Nacy nodded. "Yes, he is," she replied. "Mr. Lu came back home just this morning. He seemed a bit
drunk so he went to bed. He must be sleeping in his room."
She looked at Sheryl and continued, "But he did tell me to wake him up if youe here."
"No need." Sheryl stopped Nacy. "Let him sleep as much as he needs to. He''s been so tiredtely and
he needs to rest."
Nacy nodded in agreement. "That''s true." Noticing that Sheryl was nning to cook something, she
gently took the bag from her hands. "Miss Xia, let me do this for you. This is my job. And besides, the
kitchen is a bit dirty. Let me handle this instead," she insisted.
Sheryl smiled back and replied, "It''s alright. I don''t mind doing this. Don''t worry about me." As she set
the soup to heat up, she thought about Charlie. She thought of ways on how she could make him feel
loved and cared for. With her mind made up, she started thinking of a nice meal to prepare for him.
Before Nacy had any chance to stop her, Sheryl started cooking. Knowing she couldn''t change Sheryl''s
mind, Nacy left the kitchen in silence.
When lunchtime came, Charles woke up and came down from his room. Charlie and Shirley came
down with him, chatting nonstop. Sheryl stopped fixing the table as her eyesnded on Charlie. Her
eyes refused to leave him even for a second.
But Charlie remained oblivious of his mother''s stares. When he was trying to help Shirley open a bottle,
Sheryl rushed to his side and took the bottle. "Let me do it, Charlie. Just stay where you are."
She then turned to scold Shirley, "How can you ask him to do this? Can''t you see that he''s injured and
in pain?"
Shirley looked at her mother but couldn''t say anything. She frowned and felt hurt hearing her mother''s
words.
Sheryl was very attentive to Charlie during lunch. She looked at him with extreme care. Due to his
fracture, Charlie couldn''t move his hand freely. Sheryl helped him eat, and peeled the shell of the
shrimps nicely. The attention made Charlie feel embarrassed, so he tried to politely stop Sheryl. "I''m
okay, Sher. I can do this on my own," he said.
Shaking her head, Sheryl replied, "Please let me do it. You''re hurt and it would be hard for you to take
care of yourself." Thinking of how hard it must be for Charlie, she couldn''t contain her tears as they
streamed down her cheeks. Charles sat beside her, patting her back gently to console her. "Alright, let''s
stop being sad, okay? Just look at Charlie. He''s looking much better, isn''t he?"
"I''m fine," she replied, wiping her tears with the back of her hands.
After lunch, Shirley and Charlie headed to the courtyard to y. Sheryl looked out the window, staring
at them, with loads of thoughts running around her head.
Charles stood beside Sheryl and handed her a cup of hot tea. "What are you thinking about?" he
asked.
She shook her head. "Nothing." Diverting her eyes to Charles, she added, "Well, there is one thing. I''m
thinking about how I will tell Charlie that I''m his mother."
At the back of her mind, she knew that one day, the truth woulde out, but she had no idea how to
tell him.
Charles shrugged. "Just tell him the truth, as best as you can," he suggested. "Don''t worry about
Charlie. He''s not like other kids. He''ll understand. Trust me."
"But still..." she began saying. She couldn''t admit it out loud, but she was terrified of hurting Charlie
once she revealed her true identity.
Even after thinking about it for a while, Sheryl still couldn''t make up her mind. "I''m sorry. I still need
more time to think about this, to think about what I should do," she said.
"Don''t worry," Charles said, trying to reassure Sheryl. "Charlie is our kid, and I know him pretty well. It
may be hard on him at first but I know that he will be able to ept it."