The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 1533

Melissa strode hastily towards the dining table, glancing at Sheryl, Shirley and Clark, who were having their food. She took a look at the food and started to criticize it.

However, Sheryl didn't even bother to make eye contact with her. Rather, she just continued enjoying her meal. Suddenly, Melissa stopped rambling abruptly, because she thought Sheryl's indifferent attitude was an insult to her. She flared up immediately.

"Sheryl, I must say, you have a great life! You don't need to lift a finger at home. No laundry, no cooking. Food is ready when you get up. You are served like a queen! You couldn't possibly have dreamed about it before you married Charles, right?" Melissa said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. Her hatred and jealousy to Sheryl were out and clear in front of everyone present in the room.

Melissa resisted the urge to smash Sheryl's tableware at once. How she hated to see Sheryl in such a contented and peaceful state!

Finally, Sheryl responded. Much opposed to what Melissa had expected, Sheryl was not at all furious at her. She just cast a glance at Melissa and said curtly, "That's right. Because I'm a lucky girl." Then she turned back and pursed her lips in utter disregard towards Melissa. It was obvious that Melissa's voice was no music to her ears.

Sheryl's reaction infuriated Melissa. Glaring at Sheryl with resentful and burning eyes, Melissa became even more furious.

"You are such a lazy woman! You have no virtue of a wife and a mother. I can't wait to see Charles drive you out of our family one day!" Melissa snapped harshly.

Then she turned around and took brisk steps towards the stairway and went upstairs. Each of her steps created thudding noise as if she was trying to vent out her anger by stamping hard on the ground.

Her sarcasm didn't affect Sheryl even a bit. Instead, Sheryl felt quite amused that she was able to irritate Melissa so easily. It was indeed an achievement. Not so long ago, she was completely overpowered by Melissa in this family. But at the moment the situation was different.

Thinking of that, she couldn't stop herself from breaking into a smile. Seeing that Clark had finished eating, she asked him gently whether he needed more. Her stable mood also helped make her children feel secure.

Melissa's misconduct had left a deep scar in their hearts that was not to be erased so easily. Every time they saw Melissa, they would recall how she abused Shirley and how she cursed their mother. Therefore when Melissa approached them, they would get nervous and alert. They were afraid that Melissa would attack their mother or them once again. But now Sheryl's attitude reassured them that they were safe enough.

Luckily Melissa didn't stay there long. After she left, both Clark and Shirley heaved a sigh of relief.

"Mom, we have finished our meal. I want to watch TV with Shirley, can I?" Clark asked Sheryl after he put down his chopsticks.

Sheryl nodded with a smile. At once, the kids sprang out of their seats and ran to the living room joyfully.

Sheryl watched them with loving eyes as they giggled. A soothing smile spread over her face to see her kids in a happy mood.

Melissa came inside her room fuming and ready to explode. Everyone treated her as if she was invisible. No one spoke with her. She felt both bored and indignant.

But she wasn't confident enough to confront Sheryl with a tough attitude like before, nor did she dare to ask Charles for help. She felt as if she was increasingly losing her grip on Charles.

She could not tolerate the attitude of the family members towards her. She was pacing up and down inside her room, racking her brains to find a solution to improve the situation. Her eyes turned red in anger, her eyebrows creased tightly and her breathing quickened.

The more she thought about her own condition, the more miserable and desperate she felt. She couldn't help but remember how happy Sheryl and her children were just now at the dining table. And here she was, all alone and isolated. Her chest heaved in fury. She was so angry that she lost her mind completely.

Abruptly, she took whatever she could grasp and smashed them all on the floor. The decorative pieces and the furniture in her room all suffered her wrath. Soon, her room became a mess, and everything was scattered on the floor broken into pieces.

When she was throwing them, she kept cursing.

"Damn it!" Her voice trembled and her face turned red. "I hate you! All of you deserve to die!" Tears streamed down her face, and the nerves on the two sides of her forehead swelled up as she exerted all her energy to vent her anger.