Agreeing to pick Melissa up was probably one of the worst things Sheryl could have agreed upon. She had no choice. Charles asked her nicely, so declining was not an option.
It didn't matter anymore what Melissa thought. Sheryl knew that what she did was the right thing, and her conscience was clear while doing it. She wasn't in the mood to either think about it or to resolve the issues between them.
Sheryl keyed in the location provided by Charles onto her GPS and made her way to the hotel where Melissa was staying. Arriving at the hotel, she couldn't help but notice how wonderful the scenery was. The neatly cut grass lined along the driveway. There were tall red and white roses next to a beautiful water fountain. Its water was splashing majestically as each drop made its way along its tiers and back to the water basin. Making her way into the hotel, she spotted the most elegant hanging chandeliers. They were covered in crystals and sparkled in every direction. Sheryl headed straight to the concierge to inquire, and a few minutes later, a friendly hotel staff led her to Melissa's room.
As soon as she arrived in front of the room's door, Sheryl heard Melissa talking to someone over the phone. She couldn't quite make out what Melissa was saying, but she had an overwhelming feeling that it was bad.
She shook her head in an attempt to remove the bizarre thoughts that were consuming her mind. She reassured herself that she was just overthinking and that everything would be fine.
The hotel staff smiled at Sheryl and gently knocked on the door.
An irritable and impatient voice came from inside. "Who is there?"
The staff answered respectively, "Sorry for the intrusion, ma'am. There is a lady named Sheryl here. She said she had come to pick you up."
Hearing the visitor was Sheryl, Melissa hardened her expression. It took a long time before she replied nonchalantly, "The door's left unlocked. Just let her come in."
Sheryl nodded her head toward the staff to express her gratitude. The staff was slightly surprised by Sheryl's attitude and responded by making a deep bow before she left. Sheryl heaved a deep sigh before she slowly twisted the handle and opened the door.
"Mom, Charles asked me to pick you up." Sheryl put on a soft smile as she went inside the room. She tried to hide her uneasiness.
Although she knew that everything was useless now, she still wished for some miracle. She really hoped that Melissa could change her attitude and try to get along with her as time went by.
Obviously, the odds of Melissa coming to terms with her was a shot in the dark, but she still took her chances.
"My son has dealt with that trouble, so you can't help going here and flaunting how he loves you in front of me?" Melissa said with utter sarcasm.
"Mom, now that you know that the news is fake. Why do you need to…?" Sheryl said bitterly as Melissa's words hit her.
Even though she had psychologically prepared herself before she went to see Melissa, she still couldn't keep her spirits up to meet her. When Melissa threw scorching satire at her, she still felt heartbroken.
"Do you even need to ask why I comment on you like that? Do you think you are wronged?" Melissa cut Sheryl off as she put on a terrifying expression.
"Sheryl, you may deceive Charles by your innocent pretenses, but you will never fool me. Why did Duncan just frame you and not anyone else?" Melissa blurted out as she couldn't contain her anger anymore. She didn't even realize that her saliva was sprayed at Sheryl's face as she yelled at her.
Almost by reflex, Sheryl closed her eyes. She digested Melissa's words and tried to hold her temple. Then she pulled out a piece of tissue on the desk and gently wiped her face. "Mom, my task today is to pick you up. If you want to go with me, I'd be happy to wait while you pack your luggage and then we'll leave together. But if you don't want to go with me, you can just forget that I come by."
Sheryl turned around and started to leave, but Melissa called out from behind. "Sheryl, do you know that my grandchildren nearly lost their lives because of you? How could you still be so haughty? Aren't you even feeling guilty?
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