His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1263 Any Progress

The shock was overwhelming—Sheryl's hands were shaking as they held the chopsticks.

Upon hearing the sound, Charles put down his bowl and utensils, stood up and hurried to the bed.

Still lying in bed, Melissa woke up with great efforts to open her eyes, her face as white as a sheet of

paper.

"Mom, it's me. How are you feeling right now?" Charles gently asked.

Seeing Charles standing in front her, Melissa was suddenly moved to tears. A crystal-clear tear rolled

down her cheek and disappeared into the surface of her pillow.

"I never thought that…

I could ever survive and see you again." No longer able to hold back the sobs, Melissa sounded

extremely hoarse.

The sound of her cries rang in Charles' ears, letting him indulge in a state of both blues and stiffness.

Seeing his mother look so weak and moved made a combination of complex feelings surge from the

bottom of his heart.

Meanwhile, Sheryl came by and stayed beside Charles. She softly asked, "Mom, are you hungry?

Would you like anything to eat? I can fetch you something if you want."

Hearing Sheryl's voice, Melissa suddenly raised her head and her sad eyes started glowing like

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"It's you!"

Her voice raising eagerly and her shaky fingers pointing at Sheryl, she accused, "Why…you dare show

up here? I will never forgive you!"

With that, Melissa tried to support herself with two arms—she was visibly shaking, ready to fight

against Sheryl.

The unexpected aggression made Sheryl back off instinctively. While Charles was ready to restrain his

mother, he paused as he saw her look so weak that she fell down on the quilt crying bitterly.

Melissa's nearly crazy reaction made Sheryl's heart incredibly heavy.

Still, she had already predicted how Melissa would act after she woke up. Since the woman narrowly

escaped death, how could she let Sheryl go so easily?

However, it was much to her surprise to receive a harsh accusation the very minute Melissa woke up—

she didn't even let Sheryl have a word. How could she continue to stay in this ward?

As Sheryl's confusion deepened, Melissa's crying grew even louder. "My god, are you punishing me? I

just got out of a dark and hopeless hell…but now an evil woman wanted to kill me. Are you trying to

hasten my death? I'm not going to live anymore. Why are you saving my life, then? Why not just let me

fall to my death? Even if I don't die now…someone will try to kill me soon."

Melissa's crying was loud and messy, like a child's. Even though she knew her words were nonsense,

Sheryl couldn't defend herself. In fact, she couldn't do anything at all but stay where she stood and

surrender to the crazy old woman.

Charles' face was as terrifying as a stormy day. After standing still for a moment, he turned to look at

Sheryl with a subtle kind of burning in his eyes, like a flame.

At that moment, she knew that her beloved would ask her to leave the room.

"Sher, just go home. I'll take care of this."

As expected, Charles urged her to leave so he could deal with the situation himself.

The words made Sheryl's face turn pale. She guessed right—Charles would choose Melissa over her

without any hesitation.

However, regardless of who was right or wrong, Melissa was injured. It was for that fact that Charles

merely stood by his mother's side instead of analyzing the situation logically. Anyway, Sheryl had no

evidence to prove that she was innocent and that Melissa set up the entire thing just to frame her.

"Alright, I'll go home. Please take care of Mom for me. Call me whenever you need anything." At that

point, she felt her energy waning so she gave up the struggle to defend herself.

The reply she received was a mere nod. Charles' full attention was on his crying mother—he didn't

spare a glance at Sheryl to bid her goodbye.

After a pause, Sheryl walked out of the ward with heavy steps.

The night sky seemed to be covered with a dark curtain, enveloping the whole world in still silence.

As Sheryl lay in bed, she couldn't fall asleep.

Her wandering thoughts filled her head but no practical solutions came to mind.

Clearly, Melissa was now openly against her. It was likely that she would take advantage of falling from

the stairs as a way to demonstrate her resentment for her in front of Charles. In a worst-case scenario,

she would succeed in persuading Charles to leave Sheryl forever.

It wasn't news to Sheryl that having her leave was exactly what Melissa wanted.

Then what was there to do?

Did she have to go along with Melissa's little tricks and allow herself to be kicked out of the home?

No, she would not surrender. It took her massive efforts to form the family she had with a loving father

and two children. How could she ever bear to deprive her children of a parent again?

No matter if Melissa forgave her or not, she decided that she had to try. As long as there was even a

chance that she could fix things, she would grin and endure whatever she had to.

After a sleepless night, Rachel returned home, exhausted.

As she grew sleepier and sleepier, her assistant kept calling in. Though Rachel wanted nothing more

than to ignore the sound, she had to answer the call in case of an emergency.

"Hello, Ms. Bai. Several major clients just now decided to withdraw their capital from our company. We

need you to follow up and handle this."

Even through the phone, she could hear the anxiety in the assistant's voice.

Rachel's sleepiness disappeared at the news as she sobered up

"Who is in charge of these clients? Why did anything happen suddenly?"

In a hurry, Rachel snatched her clothes and got dressed, getting ready to rush back to the office.

"Those clients were developed and maintained by Holley. They've always been entrusted to her. The

reason they left this time may be because Holley was in prison."

The assistant was quick to reply but she was rather concerned about Rachel losing her temper. After

all, Rachel's awful temper was a well-known secret in the company.

"Alright, I'll see. I'll be back in the office soon." With that, Rachel quickly hung up and rushed back to

the company immediately.

Back in the office, Rachel contacted those who were in charge of withdrawing capital and pacified them

temporarily to earn some time with them.

Unsurprisingly, they merely promised to take it into consideration and give her an official reply later on.

At this moment, Rachel realized her days would just get more difficult from then on. In such a situation,

she couldn't come up with any better approach to raise funds except to take every step cautiously.

'Perhaps…' she thought, 'the turning point lies in Bernard.'

With that idea, she immediately phoned him.

"What did you find? Has there been any progress? Holley's having a rough time right now…I just don't

want her to suffer anymore. We have to catch the murderer and let justice be done."