The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 1380 She Deserves To Die

That would be absolutely perfect.

If Sheryl died, Melissa was confident that Charles would listen to her once and for all and leave his property in her care. In that case, she would be the real hostess of the house-it would be necessary for her to manage the family's finances.

Indulging in her imagination of an easy future, she thought, 'Sheryl, you've tried to fight me all the way through. Well, now you're facing the consequences!'

With this in mind, Melissa could barely hold back her laugh.

Soon, the ambulance sirens could be heard from outside. A group of medical staff jumped out of the car and rushed to Sheryl's room to put her on a stretcher and drive her to the hospital.

On the way there, Nancy stayed with Sheryl in the ambulance. She remembered to call up Charles and tell him to head to the General Hospital instead of Dream Garden.

Worried out of his mind, Charles drove to the hospital at incredible speed. In a gloomy mood, he felt everything turn gray around him when the dust flew by as he drove.

Once he got to the hospital, he rushed to the emergency room faster than ever in his life.

Inside, the doctors were doing their best to save Sheryl's life.

A doctor came out to have him sign the Critically III Notice, telling him with candor that the patient inside might not be salvageable. Charles' hands shook violently. At that point, he could no longer stop the tears from streaming down his cheeks.

Staring at the sheet in front of him, he signed it like he was stuck in some kind of dream, in contrast to the usually vigorous signature he would use on his office files. His uncontrollably shaky hands revealed his extreme panic at the moment.

"Doctor, please save my wife. Please!" Charles pleaded, grabbing the doctor by his arm like he would be a lifesaver if he was drowning in the sea.

Although the doctor was already used to being around matters of life and death, even he was moved by the weakness and pleading in Charles' eyes.

"Mr. Lu, we'll do everything we can."

Each operation was a battle-doctors couldn't ever make any promises to patients' families. The only thing they could truly do was put all their effort into saving every patient they had.

With that, the doctor gently removed Charles' hands from his arm and gave him a brief pat on the shoulder before throwing himself into the emergency room, ready to enter the battle of saving another life. The sound of the door shutting on him made Charles tremble even further. All he could do was stand still outside the room, his eyes fixed on the door as if it could determine life and death itself. Before the procedure was over, Melissa and Leila arrived at the hospital in a rush. Seeing the light on the emergency room sign, they knew that Sheryl was still in there.

"Charles, don't worry. Sheryl could recover soon. Don't make yourself suffer too much."

Seeing Charles' ghastly face, Melissa comforted him with as much sincerity as a hypocrite could manage.

Unsurprisingly, Melissa dropped by the hospital not out of concern, but out of spite-she wanted nothing more than to see Sheryl miserable and helpless. Seeing Sheryl die a painful death would be cause for celebration.

Melissa's attempt at comforting Charles did nothing to relieve him of his grief. All it did was remind him that in the Lu Family, Melissa and Leila never liked having Sheryl stay at home, so they must have something to do with her coma.

Sheryl had just caught a cold. How could it have turned into a critical illness?

It was too much for Charles. The only way he could make sense of it was if Melissa and Leila had something to do with it.

With that thought, Charles couldn't hold back his anger, and he practically roared, "If something bad happens to Sher, I won't let you get away with it!"

The two were stunned silent. His fierce gaze seemed to pierce through them.

Being on the receiving end of his anger, Melissa felt wronged. Although she had always wanted Sheryl out of their lives, this time, she did nothing to put her in danger.

Just when she was ready to snap back at Charles for yelling at her, his grim, dark expression scared her off-she didn't dare say anything more to provoke him.

Instead, she continued pretending to be worried about Sheryl to appease Charles. That didn't stop her from cursing the woman inwardly.

'Why isn't she dead yet? My own son yelled at me because of that bitch!

She has always gone against me. She deserves to die!'

With hateful thoughts filling her mind, Melissa's face lit up-she couldn't be any gladder to see Sheryl in such a hopeless condition.

Meanwhile, unlike Melissa, Leila was feeling rather nervous, genuinely hoping that Sheryl would survive.

Although she had looked forward to Sheryl's death for a time, she realized soon after that things were different in this case-she was a major player in Sheryl's critical illness. If she died, it might end up a real murder case.

In spite of everything, Leila couldn't afford to risk facing the consequences of murder.

While she wanted to bring Sheryl down, she didn't want to live the rest of her life as a murderer. Gritting her teeth, she wondered and regretted how her impulses led to such dire consequences.

For the first time in her life, Leila genuinely worried about Sheryl, even if only for her own sake. In her heart, she prayed hard for Sheryl's survival.

Subconsciously, she ended up taking Melissa by the arm, seeking any kind of support.

Playing the part of the concerned relative, Melissa feigned mumbling to herself, "Poor Sheryl, please be alright."

As she did it, she subtly glanced at her son, hoping he heard her small prayers.

Much to her disappointment, Charles didn't even spare her a glance. Sheryl's safety was all that mattered to him at that moment. Regardless of the mess of the situation, he just wanted Sheryl to recover as soon as possible.