"What? What's wrong with your hospital? How can you let that happen? I won't just let this go, you know! You owe me both an explanation and a solution!" Charles yelled.
He'd been nursing this fear ever since the accident. The thought of him and Sheryl separating sent a shiver down his spine. He couldn't calm down and he didn't want to waste any time talking with the director of the hospital either. He snapped, "I'm headed for the hospital!"
Then he hung up the phone and drove to the hospital immediately.
At the hospital
Charles rushed to Sheryl's room and pushed open her door. He saw Sheryl lying in bed, pale and terrified. The sight of this made his heart ache. She was so vulnerable and precious. How he wanted to turn her into a tiny Sheryl, whom he could put in his pocket and carry wherever he was, so that he could protect her forever.
Just not too long ago Sheryl's life was endangered and now this. These were not just mere accidents or coincidences. Charles couldn't help but think that someone was purposely targeting Sheryl.
Charles had the feeling that someone was behind these, and he or she wanted Sheryl gone.
He wouldn't let whoever this person was to get away with it anymore. He would find out who this person was no matter what it took. He swore to destroy this person.
"Sher, I'm right here with you. Don't worry, you're safe. Everything will get better," Charles whispered to her as he approached her bed. He hugged her gently in his arms as if she was fragile glass. His warm palm touched her head, caressing her.
"Charles..."
Sheryl wept as Charles cradled her in his arms. She didn't want to show Charles her weak side but after such an event, she couldn't help but sob continuously.
She thought about what could have happened had she not escaped, and she couldn't stop thinking about it. She shivered at just the thought of it.
She couldn't imagine what would happen to her two babies had she died. Her heart wrenched at the thought of Shirley and Clark living all alone because she wasn't there to take care of them.
She looked up at Charles peacefully. She felt so lucky to be alive so she could still be with the ones she loved.
"Sher, don't cry. I promise you, we'll know the truth and I'll make whoever did it pay. I'll avenge your honor," Charles promised.
Sheryl tightly grasped Charles' shoulder. Despite Charles' promise, she still felt scared and worried.
"Sher, why don't you rest for now? When you wake up tomorrow, you'll feel a lot better," Cassie added.
She'd accompanied Sheryl all throughout. She knew how worried Sheryl was since what happened. Sheryl wasn't at her best at the moment, and if she continued to worry like that, it might take a toll on her health soon.
"Cassie's right. Sher, let's go home first. Shirley and Clark are waiting for you at home. They have been telling me that they miss you so much. You know what? When I read the bedtime stories for them, they told me I was not as good as you. They wanted you to read their bedtime stories for them, not me. So, let's go home now, okay?"
Charles said.
Sheryl felt relieved when Charles mentioned the kids. Her grave expression was replaced by a slight grin. She also missed them so much. She missed them dearly. She hadn't seen them since the incident so she was very excited to come home to her children.
"All right. Let's go home now. But we have to finish the discharge procedure first," Sheryl said.
"Don't worry. I'm going to do it right now. It won't take long. You stay here with Cassie. I'll be right back," Charles said to Sheryl.
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