As Stella opened the door, she saw Sheryl standing in front of her. She regarded her with a welcoming smile and said, "Madam, it's you."
Sheryl was meeting Stella for the first time. She was happy to find Stella to be so nice and welcoming towards her. Sheryl smiled back at Stella and asked, "Is Vicky here?"
"Yes. Madam, please come in." Stella welcomed Sheryl inside the villa. She brought her a glass of water and said, "Miss Ruan is upstairs. I'll ask her to come down and see you."
Stella didn't seem to be the least bit bothered about whether Vicky would feel embarrassed to meet Sheryl or not. Stella just followed Charles' orders and naturally thought very highly of Sheryl. Who the hell was Vicky? Just an unwanted burden! Stella couldn't give a damn about her.
Sheryl raised her hand to stop Stella. She looked around and suddenly felt a sharp sting in her heart.
Sheryl remembered that she had been in this villa before. After she had reunited with Charles, they had spent a few days with the kids in this villa. It was a wonderful memory. Nothing in this house had changed, except for the woman who was staying here.
Looking at Sheryl's face, Stella gauged at her state of mind. She felt that Sheryl was unhappy because Charles hid Vicky here. In fact, she could never understand why Charles had treated Vicky so well, even though Sheryl was the one Charles truly loved. She could never figure out the actual reason behind this. Nor did she dare to think too much along that line.
"Madam, Miss Ruan does live here. But Mr. Lu rarely comes to meet her. Every time, it's Miss Ruan who pretends to be sick and coaxes Mr. Lu to come here..." Stella informed Sheryl.
"Does Vicky fall sick very often?" Sheryl asked in a calm voice.
Stella did not expect Sheryl to come up with this question so abruptly. She was a little embarrassed and did not know how to answer it. She hesitated for a while and then stammered, "No, Madam. In fact, not too often, just occasionally..."
"Okay, thank you. By the way, what's your name?" Sheryl asked.
Stella said, "Madam, just call me Stella. Mr. Lu has kept me here to spy on... I mean to take care of Miss Ruan."
"Well, thank you, Stella. I'll have to go upstairs to see her now," Sheryl stood up and said with a smile.
As Sheryl climbed up the stairs, Stella had a frown on her face. Seeing that Sheryl was so easy-going and polite, Stella was worried that she would be bullied by Vicky. After all, Vicky had always been very arrogant and domineering.
Stella could not help but stop Sheryl and said with concern, "Madam, let me come with you, okay? We can take care of each other if something bad happens."
Sheryl couldn't help but laugh and shook her head. "It doesn't matter. I'm not here to quarrel with anyone. Don't worry. You don't have to go up with me."
Sheryl wanted to talk with Vicky. She hadn't expected to find another person present here.
Stella hesitated for a while and nodded when she heard Sheryl's decision.
Sheryl went straight upstairs. She pushed the door open to the master bedroom. But much to her surprise, there was no one living there.
However, it did not take much time for Sheryl to understand Charles' motive behind not allowing Vicky to use the master bedroom.
Just as he said, Vicky was not a family member to him. Naturally, he would not let her live in the master bedroom. So, going by that, Vicky must have been put up in the guest room.
Applying all this reasoning and logic, Sheryl made her way to the guest room. But hardly had she taken a few steps, then Vicky's voice reached her ears.
Vicky was wailing, "Why do you treat me like this? Why? What on earth did I do wrong? God, why do you have to punish me like this..."
The voice was full of hatred and anguish. One could even feel it faintly through the door.
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