The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 1965

Besides, Vicky would do whatever Charles asked her to do, as long as he stayed beside her and never mentioned any other woman's name.

"Hmm, I'm your good girl!" Vicky sweetly said as she looked at Charles, after throwing a tantrum at him.

"Alright, then you'd better get some sleep." A few minutes later, Vicky finally dozed off. Charles relaxed a lot, seeing Vicky asleep, as that meant he could get going.

"President Lu, the woman is really crazy. I can't handle her anymore!" David confessed to Charles, feeling completely helpless in his task. He wished Charles would assign him any job other than standing guard and interacting with this insane woman twenty-four-seven.

"David, who else do you think would be a better person to take this assignment?" Charles asked, responding to his complaint. He knew for a fact that there was no other suitable person for this task than David.

It would be devastating for him if someone like Vicky would be used by a conniving one.

David sighed, then replied, "Alright, I understand. President Lu, just forget what I've said. Please, go back home and get some rest," Staring at his boss, David could see clearly through Charles's eyes. He felt so guilty that he did not dare to continue expressing his complaint. All he had to do was to pay his due diligence and guard the assignment.

"Okay. I will come and visit again tomorrow," Charles confirmed, tapping David's left shoulder before finally leaving the room.

Actually, Charles had been busy contacting doctors overseas, hoping any one of those specialists would have a cure for Vicky. He did not plan on living this way for the rest of his life.

Meanwhile, at Sheryl's home

Clark had been in a heavy mood since Joan left. He sat on the couch, his brows furrowed as he stared at the telephone on top of the side table. Shirley, on the other hand, was sitting on the floor with a tea set laid before her. Being busy setting up her toys, she failed to realize that his brother was not in the mood to play at the moment.

"Clark, what are you thinking of?" she finally called to him, while raising her little teapot. "Please come and play with me!" Shirley waited for her brother's response, but he sat there motionless.

"I don't want to play right now. Go ahead and play by yourself," Clark answered, finally picking up the phone receiver, and deciding to call Isla. He watched as Shirley continued playing on her own.

Clark had always been more sensitive than Shirley. He was more observant, so he could easily tell there was a strange atmosphere at home today. Aside from his mother, he knew that there was no other person to ask but Isla.

The phone didn't even finished ringing, as Isla was quite excited to receive a phone call from Clark.

"Where are you, Auntie Isla?" Clark asked carefully, his voice low enough to not draw Shirley's attention.

The sound of Clark's tender voice sounded like magic in Isla's ear as if it caressed her heart, making her feel relaxed. Isla could not help but smile as they carried on with the conversation, "I am on my way there. What's up, Clark?"

"Mummy locked herself in the bedroom after she returned. She did not play with me or my sister as usual. Auntie Isla, do you know what is wrong with mummy?" Clark couldn't help sounding worried.

Isla held her breath as she listened to Clark's question. This boy was indeed as observant as Sher had always told her.

"Don't worry about it, Clark. Mummy is alright. Nothing is wrong with her. She is just too tired, so..." Isla replied, not wanting to tell Clark the truth. After all, he was just a kid. It was not something he should be burdened with. He should be playing now and enjoying his youth.

"You are lying! I have seen Mummy tired before. But she's never acted this way before. Something is definitely wrong this time, Auntie Isla. Why are you lying to me?" Clark bit his lips, feeling frustrated. Everybody kept telling him that Sheryl was alright. But Clark could feel that something serious must have happened. Hearing Isla lied to him just now, made him believe that something was really off.

Hearing Clark's rebuttal, Isla was surprised. She had never expected that the little boy could be so smart to discern her lie.

Hearing how Clark insisted on getting to the bottom of the matter, Isla could not help but sigh. "Clark, my good boy, Auntie will tell you the truth. But you have to promise Auntie that you will not cry or feel bad about it, okay?"

"Okay! I promise!" nodding, Clark replied in a tender voice.

"Actually, it is not because mummy is too tired. She happened to have a quarrel with your daddy. So, mummy is in a bad mood right now. But Clark, you don't need to worry about mummy. She will get better tomorrow, for sure. So, please, don't worry..." Knowing that the little boy could see through her lies, Isla tried to only reveal a little bit of the facts to Clark.