His Real Wedded Bride novel Chapter 1099

"That's a good idea. To make things more convincible, we could record it and also film it! After all, pinhole cameras are now accessible everywhere. We could buy one very easily," Aron proposed confidently.

"But if we're going to do this, will Sher need to return and continue to tolerate that old witch?" Isla asked worriedly, her eyebrows furrowed. She also thought that recording evidence was a good means of exposing Melissa's true colors to Charles.

But before they could achieve this, Sheryl had to return.

"Isla, Do you know the saying that 'danger can never be overcome without taking risks?' Even though Sher's situation is not that serious, in essence they are the same. Sher needs to take this risk and bear the insult," Aron tried to persuade Isla.

After considering it for a while, Isla finally nodded in agreement. She sighed, "You're right. This is the only solution to expose that old witch. Bearing the insult now to live a more dignified life tomorrow. Sher, let's do what Aron just said."

Shaking her head, Sher replied skeptically, "I don't want to prove anything. What's the point? Charles doesn't believe me anyway." She was still indignant at Charles' distrust of her.

"He didn't believe you because you couldn't prove yourself! As long as you have enough evidence, he will come around and definitely stand by you," Aron responded convincingly, knowing that it was Charles' attitude that hurt Sheryl most. "Forgive my frankness. Since Charles and his mother have been separated for fifteen years, how much love could they still have? If he knows that she fooled him like an idiot, do you really think that he will still believe her?"

"Aron is right!" Isla agreed immediately, looking even more anxious than Sheryl herself. "So what do you think?" Before she could answer, there was a sudden knock at the door.

"Sher, I know you're in there. Open the door!" It was Charles' voice.

The three of them looked at each other worriedly. "Sher, don't answer him. I'm going to answer the door," Isla said quickly. Hearing Charles' voice, Isla couldn't help but feel the impulse to seek justice for Sheryl.

"Isla, don't be reckless. Since Charles has come here to look for Sher, it proves that he cares about her. Don't escalate the fight. I will go meet him," Aron suggested, standing up. As he made his way to the door, Isla turned to Sheryl, who was sitting aside quietly, and asked, "What do you think?" Taking a deep breath, Sheryl answered calmly, "Stay here, both of you. I'm going to handle everything. I'll go back with him tonight." Isla was dumbfounded.

"Sher, what are you thinking? Do you forget why you left home in the first place? If you're willing to forgive and return to him so easily, he'll think he can walk all over you!" Isla exclaimed in disapproval.

"I'll return so that I can collect evidence. Didn't we all just agree on this? What Aron said is right!" Looking at Isla, Sheryl explained herself calmly.

Not expecting Sheryl to make the right decision so quickly, Isla was overjoyed. "Right, Sher! It's great that you were able to think it through!" she exclaimed.

From outside, an anxious Charles continued to call Sheryl's name and pound heavily on the door. With a sigh, Sheryl stood up and walked to the doorway.

The door opened, and they met each other's eyes. Relief washed over Charles as soon as he saw her in front of him. "Sher," he said softly.

"What are you planning to do here? If you didn't believe what I said, why have you bothered to look for me?" Sheryl responded sharply.

"I'm here not to argue with you. If you want to continue arguing, let's argue at home!" he snapped angrily. Charles' worry had dissipated and had been replaced with anger.

'Sheryl is the one who did wrong!' he fumed to himself. 'Why am I not allowed to even blame her? After all, my mother almost died because of her. Doesn't she deserve to be blamed? Shouldn't she apologize to me?'

However, it was apparent to Charles that she didn't feel sorry at all. Instead, she had left home and made sarcastic remarks when he found her, like she had done nothing wrong.

Charles couldn't stand her being like that.

Where was the gentle and kind Sheryl that he once knew?

"Alright. If you want to argue at home, then let's go home," she said indifferently. She then turned to Isla and quickly said, "Isla, I'm going home. You can go to bed now."