The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 2143

"Mom, we'd better wait for the doctor's diagnosis. Maybe there are some complications caused by fever. Please don't be worried," Sheryl comforted her, but at the same time, she could not help worrying about her son. Clark was such an innocent child. He didn't deserve to be treated like this. It ached her heart to watch him suffer from the illness.

However, since Melissa was in her old age, Sheryl didn't want her to worry too much.

Hearing Sheryl's words, Melissa felt much more relieved. She said, "I hope so. I really pray the kid will be fine."

Sheryl didn't say anything. Her heart was as heavy as lead.

Charles followed the doctor all the way to the examination room. Since Clark's condition was special, he was immediately pushed into the examination room for inspection.

Director Liu asked Charles to wait outside and promised to inform him as soon as the inspection result came out.

The door was slammed shut, leaving Charles alone. Charles stared at it with his gloomy face. In this state, he felt suffocated. His breathing began to grow heavy. All of a sudden, he hit the wall with his fist.

'God damn Rob!' he thought. After what Rob had done, he couldn't spare him so easily.

The air of the basement was gloomy, cold, and wet because it was shunned away from the sunlight. All year round, it lived without an ounce of natural light.

At that moment, the figure of a man appeared. His back was tightly pushed against the wall, and his hands and feet were handcuffed. He couldn't move an inch.

The man lowered his head a bit. His clothes were torn into rags. He was badly bruised. There were wounds all over his body.

Eerily, the man remained silent like a dead man. The only way for someone to tell he was alive was from his slight but rapid breathing.

On the opposite side of the man sat two men in black, one holding a whip and the other holding a firebrand. They both seemed to be very tired, so they sat slouched on the chairs.

One of the men, with short spiky hair, spat on the wall and said, "What a stroke of bad luck! This wretched man is a burden to us. We are stuck with him while we should be handling those beautiful women. It would be so much fun to spend time with them!"

His companion echoed, "Our troubles would come to an end if we killed him. However, we can't even let him die because Boss has asked us to keep him alive."

"What nonsense are you talking about? The man poisoned our boss's son. We haven't gotten the antidote yet. Of course, he can't die," the other man scolded.

"Who knows if it's true that he has the antidote? Maybe it's all made up by this man..."

The man with short spiky hair did not finish speaking because his mobile phone rang, bringing their conversation to a full stop.

His expression changed quickly because the phone call was from the person he dreaded the most: his boss.

He answered the phone immediately and spoke using a respectful tone, "Hello, Boss".

"Did you get him to speak?" Charles asked.

"Sir, he is really a hard nut to crack. We have done everything possible to get him to speak, but he didn't comply," the short spiky-haired man said helplessly.

"Okay, I get it," Charles answered and then hung up the phone.

The short spiky-haired man looked at his phone after the call had been hung up. He didn't have the slightest idea as to what was going on in his boss's head. In this startled state, he began to scratch his head in confusion. He decided to go back and continue to deal with Rob.

In the ward, Sheryl and Melissa were waiting anxiously for the result of Clark's examination. Charles hadn't come back since he left with them.

A bad feeling overpowered her. 'Did my little boy really get some serious illness?' she wondered.

Just when she had become immersed in such thoughts, she heard a familiar voice from the door.

"Sheryl!"