The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 2027

Isla was shaking in anger. She didn't care who Melissa was. "Why the hell are you doing this to Sheryl? Why can't you let her live in peace?"

"Sorry! I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to do it on purpose." Melissa's voice cracked and fresh tears were streaming down her face.

Sheryl was completely shattered. She didn't know what to do. Her heart was heaving with sorrow. What could she do now?

Isla turned to look at Sheryl.

Sheryl had frozen on the spot—her eyes fixed on the ground. She was in shock. Isla couldn't bear to see her best friend like this. She didn't know how to comfort her. Sheryl hadn't said a word, and her face had gone pale. Isla squatted down and touched her shoulder gently. "Don't worry, Sheryl. I've called the police."

Sheryl turned her head and looked at Isla. She blinked her eyes a couple of times and slowly nodded her head. Sheryl's lost expression bothered Isla even more, and she wished for her friend to cry her heart out. At least, that would reduce her pain to an extent.

Even Shirley felt that something was wrong with her mother. She walked to Sheryl and pulled her hands gently, and asked nervously, "Mom, what happened?"

"Sorry, Shirley. Mom lost Clark. I'm sorry, it's my fault–it's my fault–" she cried out. Shirley's voice had hit her like a wave, and all her emotions bubbled up in an instant.

Isla was completely helpless. She didn't know what to do or say. She knew that nothing would make her feel better.

Melissa couldn't face Sheryl, for the guilt was consuming her. She shook her head vigorously. "No! It's my fault. Clark's gone missing because of me."

"We all know that. Stop seeking sympathy," Isla said coldly.

Melissa didn't blame Isla for being hurtful. She felt that she deserved all of Isla's hatred because it was her fault. She couldn't find her grandson.

Sheryl pulled Shirley into her arms and began to weep. She was helpless. Although she'd been through a lot in the past, this was a huge blow to her. How would she find her son again? Would she find him at all?

Isla looked at the two of them nervously.

She prayed for the police to arrive soon. They hadn't found a clue about Clark's whereabouts yet.

They had already checked the camera of the amusement park to find out where Clark might have gone. They hadn't found anything unusual. Clark had last been standing near the merry-go-round, looking for his mother and grandmother.

Clark was smarter and more intelligent than most boys his age. He always knew how to take care of himself, so Sheryl had never needed to worry about him. Not even in her wildest nightmares had she thought that he'd go missing.

"Mom, don't worry about him. He, err, he is," Shirley stuttered, looking uncomfortable.

"What, Shirley, what do you mean?" Sheryl's head snapped up. "Do you know where he is?" Sheryl felt that her daughter was hiding something. She looked at Shirley intently and tried to read her face.

Shirley couldn't withstand her mother's intense gaze. She tried to look away, but she couldn't help but tell the truth. "He's there, in the house." Shirley pointed at a small house.

"What?" Sheryl shuddered at her answer. She couldn't believe what her daughter had said. She'd been worrying about her son, and he'd been hiding all this time. But why? She felt betrayed.

Without saying a word, she stormed directly to the house that Shirley had pointed out. Clark was standing there—looking in her direction as if he'd been waiting for someone.

"Why? Why did you do this to me?" Sheryl didn't know whether to be happy that she had found her son, or be mad at him for playing with her emotions.

"Sorry, Mom. It's our fault. We shouldn't have done this." Clark was filled with regret when he saw his mother's face stained with tears. He was the reason why everyone was upset.