His Real Wedded Bride novel Chapter 1332

"Thank you, Mom. But I don't want to eat right now," Charles said, going to shut the door. Melissa shot her hand out to prevent the door from closing on her.

Charles sighed with exasperation and looked at his mother. "What's wrong now?" Charles had almost run out of patience; the one thing he wanted more than anything else right now was to be alone with Sheryl where no one could disturb them.

"I... There is one more thing. I didn't want to tell you because you'd be worried." Melissa paused and Charles raised an eyebrow, curious.

To Melissa's delight, Charles asked in a worried voice, "Mom, what happened? Is everything alright? Are you feeling unwell?" Charles was thinking that Melissa's shoulder might still be hurting.

Melissa nodded. "Yes, my headaches are making me feel dizzy." She pressed her fingers against her temples and rubbed them in demonstration.

"Okay, Mom. I'll call a doctor to come." Charles turned to go back to his bedroom, intending to call the doctor from there.

But Melissa reached over to grab his arm. She didn't want the doctor to come because she didn't want her pretense to be discovered. Then her plan would be ruined.

She couldn't let that happen.

"Charles, no need to call a doctor. I'll be fine after some rest," she told him.

Charles looked at her, then shook her hand off his arm, resuming on his way to the bedroom. "Mom, I'd better call a doctor. What if your headaches get worse?"

Charles eventually found his phone; he dialed the number of the family doctor, but then he stopped and paused. Then he hung up and walked over to the bathroom door. Sheryl was inside. "Sher, Mom's not feeling well. Let's go down and take care of her together."

He thought that because his mother had a bad impression of Sheryl, it would be best if he gave Sheryl a chance to prove herself to her, so that Melissa would like her more.

Sheryl looked from the mirror to him. "What?" she asked worriedly. "Mom is sick? I'll be there in just a minute."

"Okay, I'll take her to her room," Charles said. Then he returned to Melissa and helped her to her room. "Okay, Mom. Rest a bit."

"Charles, I felt dizzy downstairs. Then Nancy gave me a cup of hot tea and it spilled on my hand. It hurt so badly, but luckily Leila applied some medicine on the burn." She held up her hand to show him the wound as soon as she laid on the bed.

"Mom, I don't think Nancy did it on purpose. It was just an accident."

Charles was exasperated at how his mother was acting—she had been acting this way since she got out from the hospital. He didn't understand why she was acting this way, but due to her behavior, he felt like he didn't need to care about her as much.

"She did do it on purpose," Melissa insisted. "Leila and I both saw what happened with our own eyes! I saw the smug look on Nancy's face when the tea spilled and burned my hand!"

"Mom, you must be mistaken. Nancy's a nice person. I think you're reading her all wrong."

"Stop defending her, Charles. She's really a mean-spirited person. You should fire her immediately."

"Mom. Forget about it. Now go and have some rest, and I'll call a doctor here for you," Charles said, cutting his mother off. Knowing how gentle and kind Nancy was, he didn't believe one bit what his mother was accusing her of doing.

Melissa was about to say something else, but Charles got up and left the room before she could. She sighed and was resigned into silence.