Leila's endearingly sweet words satisfied Melissa. The pleasure radiated from the old lady's face as she glanced at Sheryl sternly, and then shifted her gaze back to Leila. "That's really nice of you, Leila. If you hadn't come to visit me, I might still have a headache. You're the first person that has ever been so gracious and good to me. Unfortunately, someone only succeeds in upsetting me," she said with a sigh.
Melissa's insulting words towards Sheryl brought much delight to Leila, who was more than happy to see Sheryl get bullied.
In response to Melissa's rude words, Sheryl simply smiled.
Sheryl's response disappointed Melissa. She then pointed to the tea in front of Leila and said, "Here, Sheryl made it for you. Please have some tea. I hope you'll like it."
Leila's heart jolted. The moment she feared the most finally arrived.
After spending several years in prison, she finally learned how to cherish life. At this point, she was more scared of death than ever before. However, to put Sheryl down, she was forced to drug herself. She wasn't sure if she had made the right decision.
'Is it really a good idea to put my life in the hands of others? I mean, what if she fails to send me to the hospital to get immediate treatment?' She hesitated for a second.
Melissa noticed the hesitant look on her face. With a smile, she urged, "Leila, I got the tea as a present from one of my good old friends last year. This tea is difficult to find. Please, try it."
Terrified as she was, Leila proceeded to drink the tea.
Later, the two women switched the topic, leaving Sheryl standing there in silence. As a result, she sat down and watched them quietly.
About half an hour later, Leila's face turned as pale as a white sheet. Her forehead was covered in beads of sweats; swaying from side to side, she fell down on the couch.
"Aunt Melissa, hurry up! Please, send me to the hospital..." Leila said in a weak tone, her face distorting in pain. The only thing Leila could think about, was that she couldn't die like this. 'I must get through this somehow. I don't want to die, ' she told herself.
Melissa giggled on the inside, as she knew that the drug was taking effect. However, she didn't show it on her face. She then shouted, pretending as though she was worried, "Leila, what's wrong? Did you have anything bad to eat?"
Sheryl was startled by the scene displayed in front of her. 'She was fine a minute ago. How come she suddenly got sick? Is she faking an illness?' she wondered with arched eyebrows.
She moved closer to Leila and reached out her hand to touch her forehead. However, before she could touch Leila, Melissa interrupted, hitting her hand away. The old lady hollered at Sheryl, "You must have put something in the tea! Otherwise, she wouldn't have been poisoned."
'What? Leila was poisoned?' Sheryl's eyes widened in shock.
Sheryl didn't even suspect that Leila was poisoned. Melissa's statement left her in immediate panic.
'If Melissa is right, then she needs to be sent to the hospital right this second. Otherwise, her life will be in grave danger.'
At the thought of this, Sheryl ran towards the table and grabbed her cellphone. She called their chauffeur and asked him to wait for her at the gate of Dream Garden.
As she ended the call, she dashed back to the couch where Leila was lying helplessly. With a panic-stricken expression, she said to Melissa, "Mom, we need to take Leila to the emergency room at the hospital immediately, before it's too late."
Upon hearing this, Melissa realized that she forgot something. 'Oh, wait...I remember now. Leila told me to send her to the hospital the moment she loses consciousness or her life will be in danger.
There's a possibility that she might die!' she reflected.
Suddenly, a horrible thought dawned upon her.
'If Leila dies, I can simply place all the blame on Sheryl. That way, Sheryl would be sentenced to death, or at least be put behind bars for the rest of her life which is what she deserves. That way, she will never have the chance to step into my house ever again...'
Melissa was overcome with excitement. The next second, she was caught in an infinite state of apprehension.
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