A vicious look from Leila to Nancy, a worried look from Nancy to Sheryl, an approving look from Sheryl to Nancy... Anyone who would suddenly arrive would see this kind of scenario at the moment. The moment Nancy saw the look from Sheryl, she let Leila go and headed downstairs.
"What a vicious woman you are, Sheryl! You don't deserve Charles. You know just what kind of person you are, and you already proved that today. So, I suggest you leave now." Staring coldly at Sheryl, Leila looked like a serpent fixating at its prey.
And, Sheryl was very cool and casual. "Is that so? If I don't deserve Charles, who does? You?" Sheryl asked with a hint of sarcasm proving that she didn't see Leila a serious threat at all.
"Of course, I am! I am far better than you. More importantly, I love Charles more than you do. You can't make him happy. You even hurt his family and career. Therefore, you don't deserve him." Leila ranted on and on. With her haughty manner, she firmly believed she was way better than Sheryl.
"Who are you to judge me?! Between the two of us, YOU are nothing. You're the garbage Charles threw away years ago. Hmmm... Now I wonder if that's what makes you so proud... I mean being a garbage."
Sheryl thought that Leila deserved a dose of her own medicine.
"Shut up!" Leila screamed, raging with fury, upon hearing her poisonous remark. With an intent to get back at Sheryl, she lifted her hand to slap her.
Though Sheryl didn't really expect Leila to get physical with her, she was ready with anything. So when she saw Leila lift her hand, she simply took a few steps back to avoid being hit.
Her actions made Leila angrier. The next thing happened so fast! Leila jumped on her like a psychopath.
It was a good thing her instincts moved her to take steps sideward, or else, she would find herself underneath the raging Leila.
With a loud thud, Leila's head bashed against the closet and she fell on the floor.
Leila was shocked! She couldn't stop herself anymore when she saw the closet in front of her after Sheryl stepped out of the way. A few seconds after, she felt something oozing out from her head and trickling down her face. She touched her face and felt something sticky. When she looked at her fingers, she screamed. There was blood all over her face. She was totally freaked out! Directing her look at the person she deemed responsible, she glared hatefully at Sheryl.
"Help! My head hurts! Help!" Moaning and writhing, Leila remained lying on the floor. At the side, Sheryl was calmly observing her. Though Leila was bleeding a lot, Sheryl saw she was not so much in pain. Leila's face was still rosy, and she still kept on moving. Concluding her observations, Sheryl laughed out loud.
"How dare you laugh at me! You are responsible for what happened! You'll pay for this!" Still on the floor, Leila cursed at Sheryl.
It was not Sheryl's intention to be involved in anything. It was just a very unfortunate incident. Leila should know for she started it all.
However, several minutes had passed and Leila remained on the floor. This time, she seemed in pain, for real. Sheryl got worried and decided to bring her to the hospital to avoid any serious damage.
At the hospital
In the emergency room, Leila kept cursing Sheryl. She couldn't keep her mouth shut. This irritated Sheryl, who thought of leaving her alone.
Leila's injury looked not serious at all. She was still able to check her phone. But to the shock of everyone, she burst into tears when she saw the doctor stop in front of her.
"Doctor, how seriously injured is she?"
Sheryl asked after seeing the doctor finishing attending Leila's wound.
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