Chapter 1195 Get A Cut


    Sheryl was not sure whether she should believe in Charles'' words. ''Maybe he is telling the truth. Maybe


    he is not. He could have gone to Cloud Advertising Company after hanging out with Rachel, '' she


    thought in her mind. The inability to trust Charles was extremely frustrating for Sheryl. No matter how


    much she tried she could not get her faith back on him.


    "My phone was dead and I forgot to take her phone. So I could not call you and tell you that I was


    going to be homete," Sheryl replied in a cold voice without even looking at Charles'' face. As she


    uttered the words in a trembling voice, she realized that she found ame excuse. But she didn''t lie


    about her dead cell phone.


    She was not yet ready to reveal her doubts about him and Rachel. She shuddered at the thought of the


    possible oue if she brought up the topic.


    She could not let him go.


    "Sher, I don''t know the reason why you have be so cold towards me. I just hope that you can


    have some faith in me instead of trusting some bad people," Charles said, emphasizing on thest


    sentence. Recently Charles had been noticing a striking change in Sheryl''s behavior. She just became


    unusually quiet. And all his attempts were met with a cold and indifferent response from her. Sheryl


    was slowly building a shell around herself which Charles found extremely hard to break through. He


    had a very strong intuition that Rachel might have some kind of involvement in it.


    But right at the moment, all he could do was try to make Sheryl confide in him about what was going


    on. That was the only way in which he might find a solution to their problem.


    However, Sheryl''s mind was too clouded to read the earnestness in what Charles said. She ended up


    misinterpreting his statement.


    ''Is he trying to escape from the situation? Perhaps he is trying to cover up the mistake he made, '' she


    surmised, tears peeping through the corner of her eyes. She turned her face away from Charles to


    make sure that he could not gauge at her state of mind by looking at her face.


    "I''m going to bed," Sheryl uttered in an icy tone. With her chest brimming with all sorts of conflicting


    emotions, Sheryl felt like being breathless. The best way she could avoid an argument was to run away


    from Charles. Otherwise, she was afraid that she might be out of control and blurt out all herints


    and confusion about her husband and Rachel.


    She didn''t want to see that happen.


    She hated to break down in front of someone when she was in a helpless position. But it was bing


    increasingly difficult for her to hold herposure.


    "Sher..." Charles tried to say something, but Sheryl had already hurried into their bedroom.


    Charles let out a sigh of helplessness, engulfed in inexplicable frustration. At the moment, he sensed


    that he was losing Sheryl.


    That was how he felt.


    He tried his best to clear up the misunderstanding between him and his wife. He made many attempts,


    but all his efforts ended up facing Sheryl''s indifference. And now he was at a loss and didn''t know how


    to change her mind and get her back.


    When he returned to bed, Sheryl was already lying in her side of the bed with her back to him. Charles


    knew that she was not sleeping, yet her eyes were closed in a pretense of being asleep. He let a heavy


    sigh andy down on the other side of the bed. The expanse of the bed space between them, the


    unfurled bed sheet, and the silence in the room loomed heavily on each of their chests. On the two


    sides of the same bed, both Charles and Sheryl remained engulfed in their respective dilemmas until


    both their minds and bodies gave in to a deep slumber. As the sun rose, they got up as usual. Charles


    headed straight to hispany. Sheryl dropped her children off at school before she went into work.


    Nothing had happened in Dream Garden except for the fact that Nancy and Gary were absent.


    Things were much sorted in Cloud Advertising Company at the moment.


    Apart from taking charge of herpany, Sheryl also needed to attend to Nick who was still in the


    hospital.


    Compared to her, I paid more attention to Nick. As it was close to lunchtime, she emerged into


    Sheryl''s office and said to her, "Sher, I almost finished my work at hand in the morning. I am going to


    the hospital to take care of Nick. When Ie back, you can go there. This way we can take turns


    taking a break. What do you think?"


    "How about I stay here and you go attend to him today?" Sheryl joked deliberately.


    "No way! Not in the following three days. I did some research on the Intest night and found that


    the patients are too weak to take care of themselves in the first three days after their operation. So this


    is the time that he needs us more than any other time," I stressed as she pulled out her cell phone to


    show the information to Sheryl.


    "Okay, I, no need to show me. Now that you want to go there, please go ahead. I am having a


    headache," Sheryl said as she flinched her eyes, pretending to rub her temples.


    "Whatever. You must go there after I am back. Do you hear me?" I saidmandingly as she gave


    her boss a stern nce.


    "Okay. You are the boss," Sheryl replied with a faint smile.


    "That''s good!"


    With a beaming smile, I turned around and headed towards the door.


    "Wait. What''s that in your hand?" Sheryl asked as she caught sight of the thermal, insted food jar


    I carried.


    "It''s chicken soup. Aron made it for mest night. I didn''t drink it all. So I thought of taking it to Nick,"


    I replied frankly. I was candid enough to reveal her fondness towards Nick in front of her best


    friend.


    "If Aron came to know that you brought the chicken soup he made for you to Nick, he would be


    heartbroken," Sheryl teased, as she shook her head at I. Sheryl gazed at I''s face and spected


    about her state of mind. What really bothered her was the change in I''s attitude.


    ''She always refrained from going to Lansh Technology. But at the moment, she is so enthusiastic in


    paying a visit to the president of thatpany, '' she mused.


    "No, he wouldn''t," I replied confidently. "And even if he was heartbroken, I know how to make him


    happy. He is the only one I love. I am so nice to Nick because I treat him like my little brother. I am a


    very kindhearted person and hate to see others suffer."


    She didn''t want to waste any time driving to the hospital to visit Nick.


    Sheryl watched I''s energy and enthusiasm with a helpless expression. She kept her gaze fixed at


    I''s receding figure as long as it was visible and then went back to her work.


    Back to Dream Garden, Melissa was all alone in the entire house. As she made lunch in the kitchen,


    there was a stiff frown on her face. It was as if she was carrying out the cooking process mindlessly.


    Her hands were at work, but her gaze was fixed at one ce. Something was not falling in ce in the


    way she wanted it to be. She had asked Charles to get Le out of jail more than once, but he didn''t


    make a move. As a result, she started to grow impatient.


    She wanted to ask her son when he would help Le out, but she didn''t dare to mention this to him


    frequently. Once Charles backed out, her n would be ruined.


    Since Nancy wasn''t home, she had to take her ce and help around the house. All the unpleasant


    thoughts overwhelmed her, making her upset all the more.


    Although Sheryl and Charles didn''t have lunch at home, she still had to cook for herself.


    With so many things on her mind, she became distracted and cut herself identally. As a result, she


    ended up getting a deep cut on her finger.


    Melissa grimaced in pain. She looked around to find the first aid box to dress her wound. But blood


    kept oozing from her finger. She quickly grabbed hold of some tissue papers and pressed them on the


    wound. But as soon as she released the wound, blood started oozing again. As many times as she


    repeated the process, the same thing happened. Unable to stop the blood flowing out of her finger, she


    went into a panic.


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    She felt miserable thinking that at this hour of pain and helplessness, and there was no one in the


    house to help her out with a simple bandage to stop the blood flow. When she ran out of all the options,


    she had no other option than to turn to her son for help.


    When Charles received her call, he was in a meeting. As soon as he learned about the emergency at


    home, he rushed out of the conference room regardless of others'' stares. He headed straight to the car


    and zoomed out of the parking lot. He drove as fast as he could to reach Dream Garden at the earliest.


    As he parked his car in his driveway, the house was absolutely silent. At the thought of his mother


    being all alone and in distress, he felt his heart in his mouth. He somehow locked the car and rushed


    into the house. When he dashed into the house, sweat was dripped from his head and he was


    breathless. "How are you feeling, Mom?" he asked anxiously after he found Melissa in the living room.


    "I wrapped the wound with some tissue, but the blood keeps flowing..." she replied in a trembling voice.


    Seeing her son, she heaved a sigh of relief and tears started streaming down her cheeks. There were


    many blood-stained tissues scattering on the ground near her.


    Charles'' eyes popped up to see the number of tissues scattered all over. Without wasting time, he said


    nervously, "Let''s go. I will take you to the hospital and get your wound dressed."


    He grabbed lots of tissues to wrap Melissa''s finger, escorted her to his car and drove away.


    On the way to the hospital, Charles drove at a dangerous speed. There were several times that he


    almost crossed over the red light. If Melissa hadn''t been with him, he would have even driven over the


    speed limit.


    Soon the two arrived at the hospital. Charles paid the medical bills and led her to the doctor. The


    physician disinfected the wound, dressed it and gave her a shot. After that, the physician asked


    tenderly, "I have bandaged the wound. How are you feeling, Mrs. Lu?


    The cut is not deep. Please remember toe here and change the dressing."