The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 2076 A Person Sheryl Didn't Want To See

Sheryl hadn't been able to contact him since the incident, not really knowing if he had wanted her to call him or if he didn't.

Charles was at the hospital now. He looked at the darkening sky before asking David to drive him home.

When Charles had finally arrived at Dream Garden, he saw that Melissa was standing in the yard. His mother had her arms crossed, waiting for him to get out of the car.

"Mom, what are you doing here?" Charles asked. The worry in his voice was concealed as he tried to plaster a small smile on his face. If his mother knew what had happened during the day...He silenced his thoughts. It would just worry her.

"I was waiting for you. Did you go to the hospital? How's Sher doing?" Melissa hadn't seen Sheryl since she'd been chased away by Isla. And she could tell from the news headlines that Sheryl's past few days had been very hectic. She couldn't help but fret over her daughter-in-law.

"Didn't you and Nancy go to the hospital? You didn't see her?" Charles furrowed his eyebrows, remembering how his mother had updated him of where she would be going.

"Isla didn't let us in, so I didn't get to. You've seen her, haven't you?" Melissa asked, rubbing her manicured hands together anxiously.

Charles hadn't seen Sheryl either. All he did was check the surroundings and check in with the guards to make sure the incident wouldn't happen again. However, his mother didn't need to know that. He gave a reassuring smile, assisting his mother back to the house. "Don't worry. Sher is fine."

"Are you sure? I've seen the news. They were saying horrible things."

Melissa cringed as she remembered them. If she had reacted like this, then how would Sheryl have reacted if she'd seen them herself?

"I have everything under control. Sher will have no knowledge of the news; she'll leave the hospital as if nothing had happened." Charles comforted Melissa. He had already arranged things with David and his men. The news would be gone in a few hours.

Seeing the confident look on his face, Melissa quieted down.

"Okay, then. I'll go upstairs to rest, and you should too! You've been getting thinner these days. Have you gotten enough sleep?" Though she knew Charles could take care of himself, Melissa couldn't help but worry about him. Work had been exhausting enough, and with everything happening with Sheryl, she thought her son might not be able to pay attention to his own well-being.

"I'm fine, Mom, really," Charles emphasized.

"Okay, okay." Melissa smiled before going up the steps, leaving Charles alone in the living room.

He decided to stay back a bit, planning to do a bit of digging on who was behind the whole scheme.

He had already asked David to investigate what had happened, knowing fully well that if David had set his mind on something, that person would be discovered.

At the prison

Ferry had one visitor today. Ferry had been behaving well recently, receiving high praise from the guards. So the prison allowed him to see the visitor. Ferry stared at Rob.

Rob was the only man that Ferry could trust to get things done. Before he was sentenced to prison, Rob was his go-to guy, and, till now, he still was.

"How's it going?" Ferry's eyes flashed, revealing cruelty that contrasted with how well he had behaved in front of the guards.

"Boss, I got the message that Sheryl had already divorced Charles, but the public still doesn't know about it yet." Rob lowered his voice to a whisper, glancing around to make sure no one was eavesdropping on their conversation.

Ferry smirked, leaning back. It seemed that all the cards were in his favor now.

"What else happened?" Since Ferry was in prison, the only one who could update him on the outside world was Rob. Technically, Rob was like his newspaper.

Rob was still being very cautious. He pressed his face up against the glass and said in a low tone, "There's a recent scandal about Sheryl being with another man circulating. The guy's name is Damian." Rob continued, telling him in full detail about the events that had transpired recently.

Ferry tilted his head. "Damian, huh?"

"He's a returned overseas Chinese. He's from a powerful family, but his family business is based overseas." That was all Rob had found about him. The rest was kept in a tight lock.

Ferry gazed at him thoughtfully, processing the information. A second later, he smiled viciously as a thought crossed his mind. He tapped the table incessantly.

"Seems like this is going be fun." His smile widened.

Rob smiled back too at seeing his boss happy.

However, he had no idea what 'fun' his boss was talking about. After all, the only job he had was collecting and relaying the information back to him.

Ferry chatted with Rob for a while about different things. When his time was almost up, he gave him the next set of instructions as a farewell.

"Okay. Boss, take care of yourself." Rob nodded in confirmation before leaving to deal with the new set of tasks he had been assigned with.

Ferry returned back to his cell. Soon, the vicious man that snarled at the slightest jeer became nothing more than a meek bystander in the prison cell. He found that staying silent no matter what could get the job done.

"You've changed, man. When'd you become a coward?"

"Yeah, a coward!" another echoed.

"See what I mean, Boys? He pretends that he's so high up there, but in the end, he's rotting here like the rest of us."

Ferry ignored all the jeers, letting them be as he immersed himself in his thoughts.

No matter how much they talked, they never did try to lay a finger on him, aware of his background and what he could do against them.

Next day

Isla came to the hospital early when Sheryl was still asleep.

"Isla, I'm sick," she groaned out. "Can't you at least give me a bit of peace here?" Sheryl glared at Isla.

"Don't play that card with me!" Isla scoffed. "We both know you don't need that much sleep. Get up. These contracts need your signatures, and I don't understand a single one of these documents." Unlike Sheryl, Isla had woken up much earlier in the morning as she was contacted by Phoebe to handle these documents.

Given that Sheryl was in the hospital, Phoebe had thought that the next best person to contact would be Isla.

However, Phoebe might have forgotten the fact that Sheryl was the one in charge of these contracts, so Isla couldn't understand what was happening with them.

"Miss Zhao, please. I can't do everything on my own," Phoebe pleaded.

And that was the reason Isla had to stalk her way back to the hospital to get some signatures straight, knowing well that Phoebe's signature wouldn't render them valid.

Seeing that Isla was in a hurry, Sheryl grabbed the papers that were placed at the edge of her bed. She started to look at them, spending the whole morning reading and analyzing every paragraph before signing the contracts.

After Sheryl had finished, Isla sighed in relief. "What would I do without you?"

Isla snorted. "Cut it out. As director of this company, shouldn't you at least be aware of what's happening around here?" Sheryl rolled her eyes.

"You know I can't do all of this by myself, Sher," Isla said, shaking her arm.

Sheryl rolled her eyes, surrendering in the end.

"Fine, fine. I'll stop. Now, can you buy me some breakfast, Miss Zhao? I haven't eaten anything since I woke up in the morning." Sheryl nudged her friend, pouting.

"Oh, crap, my fault!" Isla realized, slapping a hand on her forehead. "Give me a second. I'll be back soon."

Isla ran out of the ward.

Seeing that, Sheryl shook her head with a resigned smile.

Feeling a bit bored, she got off the bed, heading outside of the ward. 'Maybe some fresh air can do me good,' she thought. However, as she was on her way out of her room, she bumped into someone she didn't want to see.