Sheryl looked tensed as she started to fidget in her seat. She needed to take some responsibility for this accident no matter what caused Leila to become unconscious all of a sudden.
Leila had come over to Dream Garden and due to some unknown reason, she went into a coma. Once this news got exposed to the public, it would have a very bad influence on the Lu family and everybody would point a finger at Sheryl. She shuddered at the very thought of it. Almost everyone in this city knew about the rift between Sheryl and Leila. They could never be friends. Everything that had taken place between the two of them was widely known by everyone in the city.
Now Leila had an accident in Dream Garden with Sheryl being around. Undoubtedly, it was a big scoop of news for the media and they wouldn't let Sheryl go easily this time.
'Leila, I just hope your accident has nothing to do with my family. In that case, even if people put the blame on us, we would be able to explain to them, ' Sheryl prayed.
At this hour of despair, the only person she could think of was Charles.
Charles had gone abroad for some urgent meeting related to his business. Sheryl felt extremely helpless without him by her side.
'Should I tell Charles about this?' A very ardent urge to call him up gripped her mind.
But she stopped herself. And after she mulled it over, she decided not to let him know about it at the moment. 'He has gone abroad for some emergency situation in his business. Telling him will only distract him, ' she thought.
'Once Leila's life is out of danger, I'll talk to her and figure out the reason behind her getting sick. If it is because of the tea, I'll not flinch from taking full responsibility.
However, if her accident has nothing to with us, I'll convince her to explain the truth to the public, ' Sheryl thought in her mind.
Weighing all the pros and cons of the situation in her mind, Sheryl lifted her head; her eyes fell on the reporters who had gathered in front of the emergency room. She was struck with a splitting pain pulling her head apart. 'But the thing is, if these people continue to stay here, things will only get complicated even when Leila wakes up, ' she thought.
In San Francisco
In a hundred-story imposing skyscraper, dozens of people had gathered for a business meeting on the top floor. The conference continued for more than two hours but they hadn't put forward a solution to the problem as yet.
Charles chaired the meeting. He furrowed his brows, and a trace of sternness flashed through his deep-set eyes.
'It's pointless to continue the meeting. It's only a waste of time, ' Charles thought. For him, time was the most precious thing which he couldn't afford to waste.
It had been a week since he had been miles away from home. He had no idea what was going at his house. He didn't worry much about his company, but his concerns were his wife, children, and his troubled mother.
"Mr. Lu, considering our current situation, I think we should take a strict measure. Only if we perfect rules and regulations for penalties and rewards will our employees work harder..."
As one leader from the right voiced his opinion, Charles' phone vibrated.
He slightly rolled his eyes downward and caught a glimpse of his cell phone. When he saw the caller ID on the screen, his eyes widened in surprise.
It was a call from his house.
Without a second thought, Charles rose from his seat and grabbed his phone. Nodding at the people seated around the table, he said curtly, "I have to take this." Without waiting for their reaction, he took long strides and went out of the conference room.
All the people in the room shared confused glances with each other. They could not understand what kind of an emergency might have cropped up to make their boss who hated to see others taking calls run outside the conference room for a call.
Even if they racked their brains, they would never expect that it was a personal call that could make their boss leave the meeting and run out of the room.
When he walked to the end of the hallway, Charles picked up the phone. With a long face, he asked, "What's up, Mom?"
He had a strong intuition that Melissa wasn't calling for some good news.
Ever since he had stepped out of the house, he had been worried that Melissa might get Sheryl in trouble and they might get into a fight. He had a weird love-hate feeling towards his mother. Sometimes, he found her pitiful, and sometimes, he found her annoying.
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