The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 1489 Mind Your Language

Seeing Charles' confusion, Clark explained, "Dad, Grandma said Mom was a bitch."

Charles' face turned gloomy immediately.

How could Melissa say such a thing about his daughter and her granddaughter? People shouldn't be treating children this way. "Dad, what does that mean?" Clark asked. He remembered Melissa's words clearly but he was too young to understand them. In order not to hurt his children's feelings, Charles lied, "Grandma's getting old and she's not making sense. Just forget it. Okay?"

"I am going to ask Mom what that means, if you won't tell me. I bet Mom knows," Shirley said.

Shirley's words worried Charles. Lately, Sheryl and Melissa were starting to get along better. If his wife found out what Melissa had said about Shirley, she would be upset.

So Charles didn't want Shirley to go to Sheryl. "Please don't bother Mom with this. She has had a busy day today and she doesn't need to know. Can you wash your face and then go to bed?"

"But Mom isn't home yet. I want to wait for Mom..." Shirley didn't want to sleep without seeing her mother come back home. She turned to look at the door, wondering where she was.

Clark took his sister's hand. "Let's go, Shirley. Mom's not going to be home for a while. If she replaces out we're still awake when she gets home, she'll get mad."

"Okay. I'll ask her tomorrow." Shirley turned away from the door reluctantly.

"Good night, Dad."

"Good night, sweeties."

When the kids disappeared upstairs, Charles' smile disappeared. He stood up after some thought and went up to knock on Melissa's door.

"What now?" Melissa's voice came from inside. She was annoyed that Charles had listened to Sheryl and cut off her allowance.

"Mom, can I come in?" Charles tried to keep calm.

"This is your house. Do I have the right to say no?" Melissa sneered.

Charles walked into her bedroom and looked around. It was exactly the same as before. The closet, the table and chairs were extravagant. Melissa's style. "Out with it," Melissa snapped impatiently.

She wasn't going to hold back her anger towards her son. He had already cut her allowance. What else could she lose?

"Mom, were you mad at Shirley tonight?" Charles decided not to ask the question that he wanted to ask right away. Maybe it would be better if he worked his way to it.

Hearing Charles' question, Melissa realized immediately that Clark and Shirley reported it to Charles. Clark and Shirley used to be cute. No doubt, it was because of Sheryl that the kids knew how to talk back to their elders and complain. Her hatred for Sheryl grew stronger.

Melissa's face turned dreary. "So? I can't even teach my grandchildren now? They said something really rude to me, so I taught them a lesson. I don't think I've done anything wrong."

Charles knew that Melissa was trying to replace an excuse. If she meant to teach the children a lesson, she wouldn't have said those words. Those words were rude and insulting.

But Charles didn't want to argue with Melissa. He just wanted to talk it out with his mother and come to some kind of agreement before Sheryl came home. However, Melissa's attitude was making it impossible "Mom, I don't mean that. It's just... Clark and Shirley are kids. There are things you can't say to them..."

Melissa interrupted Charles, "They are kids? I don't think so. They're young but what they say, and how they behave, they're like adults. I am really doubtful about Sheryl's parenting. They couldn't tell right from wrong. If the situation doesn't get better, I'm scared that they might end up wander in the streets like those homeless street children. Is that how Lu children are supposed to be?"

Charles' eyebrows furrowed. Then he closed his eyes and sighed, not believing what he was hearing.

Melissa was mad and her words came out of her anger. In fact, right after she said them, she felt upset and regretful. She didn't really mean them. Seeing her son's face, she drew a small breath, afraid to hear what he would say next.

Melissa was afraid of her son. They had been apart for so many years. They didn't have a deep relationship, and Melissa blamed this on Sheryl. She believed that her miserable life was all because of Sheryl. "Mom, please watch your language," Charles said, lowering his voice.

Melissa was scared at that. "Well, I didn't mean that. But you have to talk to Sheryl. She can't drive a wedge between me and the kids. Children shouldn't be involved in adults' fights. I asked Clark to eat something tonight and Shirley stopped him, saying that Sheryl told them not to eat anything from me."

"Did she?" Charles was suspicious.

He didn't believe that Sheryl would say such a thing to the kids.

"You can ask Shirley if you don't believe me. Or, you can ask Sheryl to come to me and we can talk it out together." Melissa was disheartened that his son didn't believe her.

"Calm down, Mom. Okay, I'll figure it out. Well, it's late. Good night." Charles rubbed his temple and sighed. Then he turned on his heel and left the room.

Watching her son leaving the room, Melissa bit her bottom lip. She was upset. If she had it her way, she would never fight with Charles. It was all because of Sheryl. That vicious woman! Her relationship with Charles was bad because of Sheryl.

Her disdain toward Sheryl grew stronger.

Sheryl was on her way back home after dropping Isla off, and as she was nearing her home, she sneezed.

'Who is missing me?' Sheryl thought.

She checked her watch. It was ten. She wondered if the kids had gone to bed already.

As she thought that, she stepped on the pedal, willing her car to go faster. She wanted to be at home right now.

She soon drove into the parking lot and then after parking, she got out the car, closed the door, and then headed into the house.

The light was on, but no one was around. Sheryl was puzzled by this. She walked over to turn off the light.

Sheryl went upstairs and went straight to the children's bedroom. Before she could open the door, a familiar voice came from behind her. "Shhh. The kids just fell asleep. Be careful."

She turned to smile up at him, nodding. "I'm sorry I'm late. I had dinner with Isla."