Chapter 1332 An Awkward Situation


    "Thank you, Mom. But I don''t want to eat right now," Charles said, going to shut the door. Melissa shot


    her hand out to prevent the door from closing on her.


    Charles sighed with exasperation and looked at his mother. "What''s wrong now?" Charles had almost


    run out of patience; the one thing he wanted more than anything else right now was to be alone with


    Sheryl where no one could disturb them.


    "I... There is one more thing. I didn''t want to tell you because you''d be worried." Melissa paused and


    Charles raised an eyebrow, curious.


    To Melissa''s delight, Charles asked in a worried voice, "Mom, what happened? Is everything alright?


    Are you feeling unwell?" Charles was thinking that Melissa''s shoulder might still be hurting.


    Melissa nodded. "Yes, my headaches are making me feel dizzy." She pressed her fingers against her


    temples and rubbed them in demonstration.


    "Okay, Mom. I''ll call a doctor toe." Charles turned to go back to his bedroom, intending to call the


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    doctor from there.


    But Melissa reached over to grab his arm. She didn''t want the doctor toe because she didn''t want


    her pretense to be discovered. Then her n would be ruined.


    She couldn''t let that happen.


    "Charles, no need to call a doctor. I''ll be fine after some rest," she told him.


    Charles looked at her, then shook her hand off his arm, resuming on his way to the bedroom. "Mom, I''d


    better call a doctor. What if your headaches get worse?"


    Charles eventually found his phone; he dialed the number of the family doctor, but then he stopped and


    paused. Then he hung up and walked over to the bathroom door. Sheryl was inside. "Sher, Mom''s not


    feeling well. Let''s go down and take care of her together."


    He thought that because his mother had a bad impression of Sheryl, it would be best if he gave Sheryl


    a chance to prove herself to her, so that Melissa would like her more.


    Sheryl looked from the mirror to him. "What?" she asked worriedly. "Mom is sick? I''ll be there in just a


    minute."


    "Okay, I''ll take her to her room," Charles said. Then he returned to Melissa and helped her to her room.


    "Okay, Mom. Rest a bit."


    "Charles, I felt dizzy downstairs. Then Nancy gave me a cup of hot tea and it spilled on my hand. It hurt


    so badly, but luckily Le applied some medicine on the burn." She held up her hand to show him the


    wound as soon as sheid on the bed.


    "Mom, I don''t think Nancy did it on purpose. It was just an ident."


    Charles was exasperated at how his mother was acting—she had been acting this way since she got


    out from the hospital. He didn''t understand why she was acting this way, but due to her behavior, he felt


    like he didn''t need to care about her as much.


    "She did do it on purpose," Melissa insisted. "Le and I both saw what happened with our own eyes! I


    saw the smug look on Nancy''s face when the tea spilled and burned my hand!"


    "Mom, you must be mistaken. Nancy''s a nice person. I think you''re reading her all wrong."


    "Stop defending her, Charles. She''s really a mean-spirited person. You should fire her immediately."


    "Mom. Forget about it. Now go and have some rest, and I''ll call a doctor here for you," Charles said,


    cutting his mother off. Knowing how gentle and kind Nancy was, he didn''t believe one bit what his


    mother was using her of doing.


    Melissa was about to say something else, but Charles got up and left the room before she could. She


    sighed and was resigned into silence.


    Not wanting to hear his motherin and badmouth Nancy any longer, he walked over to the


    window to make his call.


    "Hello, is this Ricky?" Charles asked into the receiver.


    "Yes, what''s the matter?" Ricky answered him politely.


    "Ricky, can youe over to Dream Garden now? My mother isn''t feeling well, and she has a


    headache. Can you check up on her and see how she''s doing?" Charles asked.


    "Okay. I''ll head over right now," Ricky said and then hung up.


    Charles hung up as well, and as he did, the door opened and Sheryl entered with a ss of water in


    her hand.


    "Mom, have some water," she said as she carried the ss of water over to Melissa''s bed and set it on


    the bedside table.


    Melissa turned her head away from Sheryl, showing her unwillingness to have any sort of interaction


    with her, tantly ignoring her.


    Sheryl tried so hard not to roll her eyes. She knew that Melissa would act like that. She breathed a sigh


    and then stepped forward to right the pillow behind Melissa. "There. Keep your pillow straight like this


    and it''ll help your dizziness," she told her.


    Then she stepped back silently to stand beside Charles.


    None of them spoke for a long time. Sheryl didn''t know what to say. Charles was too tired to speak.


    And Melissa was reluctant to talk in the presence of Sheryl.


    It wasn''t long before Le heard that Melissa was sick; she entered the room quickly.


    "Aunt Melissa, what''s the matter? Are you feeling alright?" she asked worriedly, rushing to kneel beside


    the bed.


    "Don''t worry, Le. Charles called the doctor. I''ll be fine." Melissa motioned for Le to sit on the bed,


    which she did. There was a very big and noticeable difference between the way she treated Le and


    the way she treated Sheryl.


    Although she had gotten used to it, Sheryl could not help but feel sad whenever she observed the way


    Melissa would treat Le. Even after she''d cooked all morning for Melissa, Sheryl still got the cold


    shoulder from her.


    Seeing Sheryl getting frustrated, Charles leaned over to pat her shoulder consolingly with one hand


    while he snaked his free arm around her waist.


    Silence once again overtook the room.


    Melissa started to think about how she would handle the doctor when he arrived. She just pretended to


    be ufortable in front of Charles. What could she do if the doctor found out her ruse?


    After a while, she gave up thinking and decided that she would keep up with her pretense. If the doctor


    couldn''t figure out what was wrong with her, he wouldn''t be a good doctor. Melissa was a good liar and


    she could spin stories that everyone would believe. She was good at this.


    Le had guessed already that Melissa was pretending to be sick when she heard that Melissa was not


    and that her lying and maniption skills helped her out a lot, in all sorts of situations.


    Then she noticed the way Charles was consoling Sheryl and felt a little pang of jealousy. She wished


    she was the woman in his arms instead of Sheryl, and that Charles was consoling her not Sheryl.


    Charles, Melissa, Le, and Sheryl were all in their own thoughts; silence continued to loom over them,


    and the room was deadly still.