Chapter 1079 Embarrass Me


    Noticing that Charles had gotten slightly upset, Melissa realized that she should be a bit more patient.


    ''Sheryl must have some sort of special skill. Otherwise my son wouldn''t be so good to her. Looks like


    it''s gonna take a while to kick her out of my family, '' she mulled. To break the tense atmosphere, she


    started to exin, "Charles, I didn''t mean it. I had been stuck in prison for years. It might take a while


    for me to get used to chatting with other peoplefortably." Turning to Sheryl, she asked gruffly, "Are


    you mad at me, Sheryl?"


    "Of course she isn''t, Mom. She is a sensible woman. You will understand that once you get to know her


    well," Charles promptly replied on Sheryl''s behalf.


    "Yes, you don''t have to worry about that, Mom. How could I get angry at you?" Sheryl asked meekly.


    She had been slightly miffed when Melissa had said those offensive words. But after she heard her


    apology, her anger disappeared.


    ''She is right. Anyone who had spent fifteen years in prison would find it hard to fit in right after getting


    out, '' she thought, but did not say that out loud.


    "Come with me, Charles. Drink some of this tea. It''s gonna get cold," Melissa beamed, as she tried to


    pull her son to the seat. Shepletely ignored Sheryl.


    But Charles shook her hand away lightly and refused her offer. "Mom, I don''t like tea. Let''s go home.


    You have been gone for years; you must miss our home so badly." Walking to Sheryl''s side, he said


    tenderly, "Let''s help Mom pack her stuff, Sher."


    "Okay," Sheryl replied in a hesitant voice. She knew that Charles had done that deliberately because


    he thought that she might feel awkward being neglected.


    Charles'' behavior displeased Melissa. She attributed this to Sheryl. "I don''t have any luggage. Since


    you don''t like tea, there''s no point in staying here any longer. Let''s go," Melissa said, showing no


    expression on her face.


    She took the lead and stepped out of the room quickly.


    "Charles! Look what you have done!" Sheryl said in a reproachful tone when Melissa was out of


    earshot.


    "Did I do something wrong?" Charles retorted with a hurtful look. ''I did that for Sheryl, '' he thought,


    confused.


    "You have been separated from your mom for years. And when she asked you to drink the tea, you


    should have just drunk it. Why did you have to say that you didn''t like tea?" Sheryl spelled it out for him.


    She guessed that Melissa was mad about his refusal.


    She hadn''t expected that her husband''s mother would hate her so much from their very first meeting.


    "But, that''s the truth. I don''t like tea!" Charles argued. As far as he was concerned, he hadn''t done


    anything wrong. "Fine, whatever. Let''s go back home."


    By the time the three of them arrived at Dream Garden, Nancy had already served a variety of delicious


    dishes on the table. The front door was pushed open. At the sight of the stranger, Nancy inferred that


    she was Charles'' mother. In a befitting way, the old maid greeted, "Wee home, Mrs. Lu."


    Melissa spared a nce at Nancy and walked inside. Charles and Sheryl followed her in.


    "Mom, I have asked Nancy to prepare the master bedroom on the second floor for you. It is really


    spacious and it faces south. I''m sure you''ll love it. Please make yourselves at home," Sheryl said


    respectfully, as they entered the living room together.


    Sheryl wanted to act thoughtfully. The olddy was Charles'' mother, and she had been in prison for so


    many years. She imagined that she should make her feel weed.


    But Melissa was too blind to see the purity of her actions. She spat aggressively, "Are you looking down


    on me because I was a prisoner? You are making it very clear that you are the mistress of the house by


    picking a room of your choice for me. And I presume that I have no say in it."


    "Mom, you''re misunderstanding Sher. She only wants you to befortable here," Charles defended


    Sheryl. He was getting a little irritated that she was giving Sheryl a hard time right aftering back


    home.


    "Sher?!" Melissa repeated her name in disdain. "This is a vicious woman and she is trying to put me


    down!" She wouldn''t have gotten angry if her son hadn''t spoken for Sheryl. However, he had the nerve


    to side with his wife and this triggered her even more. Melissa couldn''t stand the thought that her son


    waspletely ignoring her. ''I''ve juste back home and Sheryl has already embarrassed me


    enough. What''s worse, she has my son wrapped around her finger.


    Unbelievable! What a crafty woman!'' she screamed in her mind.


    "Mom, you''ve got it wrong. I only wanted the best for you and that''s why I chose that room. But if you


    aren''t satisfied with that room, please go ahead and choose the one you like," Sheryl expounded. She


    didn''t fully understand why Melissa would go ballistic about a room.


    ''I prepared the best for her. If I hadn''t, would she have gotten mad for that too?'' she thought


    speechlessly.


    Although Sheryl wondered why Melissa was making a big deal out of nothing, she didn''t show any


    displeasure on her face. She was Charles'' mother, after all. Considering that she had been through a


    tough time for all these years, Sheryl decided to be more inclusive.


    "That''s funny. Do you think I''m incapable of finding a room I like?" Melissa snapped at her in an irritated


    tone.


    "Mom, that''s not what I meant. I truly hope that you can livefortably here. If you''d like to choose


    one yourself, why don''t you take a look around? I am totally okay with that," Sheryl exined swiftly.


    "Nancy!" Melissa turned to the maid. She paid no heed to Sheryl''s kind words.


    "What can I do for you, Mrs. Lu?" Nancy asked, bowing humbly.


    "Lead me upstairs. I''d like to have a tour of the house!" Melissa ordered in an arrogant tone.


    "Yes, Mrs. Lu," Nancy replied obediently.


    "What''s going on here?" A low, steady voice reverberated throughout the living room. Melissa trembled


    slightly at the voice.


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    "Dad! You''re home. I haven''t been here in years. So, I just wanted to look around and choose a room to


    stay in," Melissa replied meekly. Her arrogance faded in front of Gary.


    "Didn''t Sher prepare one for you? You don''t like it?" Gary asked.


    "Um...Dad..." Melissa stammered as she met the old man''s stern eyes. Since she was just back, she


    didn''t have the nerve to displease Gary at the moment. With a hesitant look, she blurted out, "I was


    nning to use the room in which Charles'' dad and I used to stay."


    But that room belonged to Sheryl and Charles now.


    Gary knew how deep his son and Melissa''s love was, and he was also aware of her guilt towards his


    son. He was at a loss for words. Finally he uttered, "I see. You should discuss that matter with them."


    Saying that, he returned to his room.


    Sheryl had no idea which room Melissa was referring to, but Charles knew. Although his mother hadn''t


    been home in fifteen years, he remembered his parents'' room very well. He said gently, "Mom, let''s


    have lunch first. You can choose a room you wantter. As for the one you mentioned, Sher and I are


    staying there now."