Sheryl paused for a while and then continued hesitantly, "The way she talked to me brought me back to that scary night. I didn't know how to face her. I couldn't stop myself from shivering when I saw her."
With Sheryl's words, Charles didn't feel surprised. After all, he knew her well, and his assumption was right. What he didn't anticipate was the fact that Sheryl was traumatized, which upset him a lot.
With no words, he hugged Sheryl tightly in his arms. The concern and anxiety of Sheryl were so strong that Charles could feel it. He said softly, in an attempt to comfort her, "Don't be afraid, Sher. I am always with you. You don't need to worry about anything. Whether it is Leila or not, I promise that I will try my best to find out the truth and bring the murderer to justice."
Feeling relaxed, Sheryl leaned her head on Charles' shoulder, and finally stopped shivering. She gradually calmed herself down, as if she didn't panic just now.
"I trust you, Charles. Thank you for being with me all the time," Sheryl said softly, feeling fervor because of her husband's words.
"It's no big deal, Sher. Come on! We're husband and wife. We are supposed to help and support each other. Before I catch the murderer, I will never let her show up in front of you," Charles said with assurance.
"Thank you, Charles," she said sincerely. Right now, Sheryl was like a meek kitty, lying in his arms, and feeling his warmth.
Meanwhile, Leila, who was eavesdropping outside the ward, was dumbstruck. The paleness of her face was apparent that she couldn't hide her anger and shock.
The pale expression caught Melissa as she took a glance at her. No comment came from Melissa with Charles' statement, a sign that she was turning her back at Leila for real. Nevertheless, it was Leila who caused all the trouble, and Melissa had nothing to do with it. If Charles made up his mind to discover the truth, there was nothing Melissa could do to stop him. She just felt sorry for Leila, who was feeling pressured and terrified now.
Silently, Leila was mind blown. She almost lost her balance and fell on the floor if Melissa wasn't holding her.
Leila regretted not having killed Sheryl. If Sheryl had died already, it would be more satisfying to see than having this situation now. At least, she didn't need to feel scared. As she clenched her fist so hard, her fingernails pierced into her palm inevitably.
In the canteen of the hospital, feeling perplexed, Cassie just stared at her lunch and didn't take a bite. She didn't have any appetite.
However, instead of making a fuss, Cora got used to Cassie being absent-minded and upset.
"Cassie, what's bothering you? You didn't even take a bite. How can you go back to work without eating anything?"
Cora said to Cassie. She didn't want to see Cassie like this anymore.
What Cassie could do was shake her head and reply indifferently, "I don't feel like eating. I don't know why. I have no appetite recently."
"You should think about your health, Cassie. Your face is so pale. Shouldn't you see a doctor?" she asked, worried about Cassie. What friend could not worry about Cassie's condition? It was natural for Cora to be concerned for her.
Cassie burst into laughter. "Cora, I can tell whether I am sick or not myself. I am like a doctor, right?" Cassie playfully said and giggled.
Cassie's words amused Cora. They finished their lunch, and there was still some time remaining for their break. However, as they walked out of the canteen, they heard people gossiping.
"How strange! Isn't Sheryl Mr. Lu's wife? Why does Mr. Lu's mother care about Leila more than she does to Sheryl?"
"Yeah, I noticed that too. No matter where Mr. Lu's mother goes, there is always Leila. I heard that they two had a fight and made a scene in Sheryl's ward yesterday."
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