His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1357 So Pathetic

"Nancy, can you please take Sheryl to her bedroom? I don't think it's a good idea to let her stay here.

She's not in her sound mind so she needs some rest," Charles said impatiently.

Sheryl was still lost in her own world full of shock and distress. Her expression showed absolute

indifference to the surroundings. When Nancy walked towards her and held her arm, she exuded a

faceless look. She was more like a human puppet without a soul.

When Nancy touched Sheryl's hand, she felt a chilling sensation, like a jolt of electric current, flowed

from her body to hers. Nancy felt sorry as well as astounded for her physical temperature. She

tightened her grip on Sheryl's hand, trying to give her as much warmth as possible. 'Apart from her cold

flesh, her heart may be frozen too. This is not good. She needs help now more than ever!' Nancy

thought.

"Sheryl, be at ease! Shirley is a good girl. God always favors and blesses good girls. Bad things will

never find their ways to harm her! She will be kept away from danger. You should stop thinking of the

worst scenario. Mr. Lu was too anxious just like you but he hadn't put his utterance into second Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

thoughts. You don't have to be too serious about what he has said. Look at you, you haven't eaten

anything for the past two days! Let me make you something to eat, okay?" Nancy offered. She

managed to look optimistic. But her heart was aching to see her hostess so miserable. Sheryl's pale

face and her tottering figure almost brought Nancy to tears.

Still, Sheryl remained silent. When Nancy brought her into her bedroom, her face showed no familiarity.

It was as if she was a stranger in her own room. Nancy stopped walking ahead when she reached the

side of the bed, but Sheryl didn't. She continued to walk at her original pace and almost bumped into

the bed. Afraid that Sheryl might trip, Nancy wasted no time to run to her and hold her arm.

She felt anxious about Sheryl's current condition. In an attempt to pull Sheryl off her daze, Nancy

frantically shook her arm, as she called out her name, "Sheryl?" Nancy appeared to be in a complete

mess. A wave of fear rose up over her heart. Nancy thought, 'Sheryl is completely unwell! It makes me

more worried about her. Even if Shirley comes back, I don't think she might be able to survive to see

her.'

To her delight, Sheryl snapped out of her daze. But her face was still covered with distress. Acting

absent-mindedly, she forced a faint smile. Nancy could not catch a hint of happiness from her smile,

instead, she only detected a heavy blue cast on her mind.

"I am fine, Nancy. You don't have to worry about me. I know Shirley will be okay. I am just as convinced

as you of that. My dear Shirley is a good girl, and God will keep her safe!" Sheryl prayed. With her

hollow look, Nancy was actually confused whether Sheryl was praying or talking to her.

With a beam, Nancy echoed, "Sure, God must bless our Shirley!" She stayed with Sheryl in the

bedroom. Seeing her in such a terrible state, Nancy couldn't bear to leave her alone. However,

drowned in sorrow, Sheryl was not in the mood to share her feelings with Nancy. She was eager to vent

her sadness by crying out. She didn't want Nancy to be affected by her negative mood.

With an imploring look, she said, "Nancy, please leave me alone. You have your own business to take

care of. Don't waste your time on me." Sheryl tried her best to finish her sentence in a calm voice, as

she was on the verge of tears. And she didn't want to cry in front of Nancy.

Obeying Sheryl's request, Nancy gave her one last look before she left. As soon as the door shut

closed, Sheryl lost all control and burst into tears.

Meanwhile, Charles was standing behind Leila at the corridor.

"Leila, I am so sorry. I want to apologize about Sheryl's violent reaction earlier. It must have freaked

you out. I hope you understand that she is a little out of her mind since Shirley has been missing. She

is really not herself lately." Charles made sincere apologies, on behalf of his wife.

Leila felt flattered. She was too shocked to keep her composure and her sanity. Clearly, Charles'

sudden change of attitude took her off-guard. Before, Charles had always shown her indifference,

complete neglect and even disdain. In a heartbeat, she felt her heart quickened, as if it was placed in

boiling water.

In quick response, she nodded her head repeatedly. "I understand. I know she doesn't mean it. She is

just too worried about Shirley. And I can't blame her." Leila gave him a sincere reply, yet she didn't turn

her back to face Charles.

"Thanks for your understanding. I just hope Sheryl can see things as clearly as you do. Her caprice is

really putting me in trouble lately," Charles sighed, with a wistful expression. His words were full of

discontentment about his wife.

Leila couldn't be more delighted. She was aware that she finally succeeded to win Charles' attention.

She even left a favorable impression on him. She failed to keep her joy to herself, as her lips curled into

a contented smile.

In her mind, she sneered, 'Poor Sheryl, don't blame your suffering on me. It's all your fault! After so

much effort, Charles finally talked to me, and even gave me a compliment. I am confident that he will

change his mood towards me from now on. And I can't feel happier about that!'

At noon, lunchtime was supposed to be prepared. After sorting up the kitchen tools, Nancy was in a

good mood as she was ready to take a rest. Yet, she didn't catch sight of Sheryl walking past the lunch

table. The old servant frowned at the thought of Sheryl. 'Did she not eat again? How many days has

she been like this? How can her body bear that? I have to do something.'

Nancy quietly went upstairs and stopped in front of the door into Sheryl's bedroom. She carefully

knocked and quickly put her ear against the door to hear what Sheryl was doing inside. However, she

could hear no sound. There was an ominous silence from the room that made Nancy panic. In a flash,

Nancy snapped herself out of hesitation and swung the door open with all her might.

Standing from the doorway, Nancy directly pointed her eyesight to the bed. To her relief, she found

Sheryl sleeping soundly. Nancy sighed in relief. She was about to leave when she caught a glance of

Sheryl's face which shocked her even more.

Sheryl's cheeks exuded no trace of red glow. Her lips looked white and pale. At the corner of her

mouth, scaly pieces of the skin curled up obviously. Below her two eyes, there seemed to be livid

bruises. Feeling worried, Nancy rushed over to her bedside, and called Sheryl out by her pet name as

she frantically shook her, trying to wake her up.

"Sher! Sher! Are you okay?" Nancy's voice grew louder and louder. Out of breath, she kept her eyes on

Sheryl. Slowly, Sheryl finally opened her eyes. She blinked blankly, and then her eyes stayed half-

closed. Confusion could be read from her hollow look. Sheryl didn't even have a clue where she was. A

few moments later, the weak girl came back to her senses, wearing the same curious look.

"What's wrong, Nancy?" she asked. She wasn't sure why Nancy looked so anxious and worried.

Seeing Sheryl still had the energy to ask her, Nancy was relieved. She didn't respond. Instead, she put

her palm over Sheryl's forehead and checked her temperature. Soon, Nancy's face hardened.

"You ignorant girl! Don't you even feel it. You are burning with fever! I know you are too tired to care

about anything except Shirley. But you still should keep an eye on your own health! How can you just

ignore your body condition? Now, tell me when you get so ill?" Nancy demanded.

"Is that so? Then that explains why I feel so dizzy lately," Sheryl said bluntly, as she gave Nancy a faint

smile. It appeared that she didn't find it a big deal, even after she learned she got a fever. Sheryl's

expression even appeared happy and optimistic.

Nancy signed as she shook her head, and then hurriedly fetched a thermometer with a box of

antipyretic pills from the drawer. Then she quickly brought a cup of hot water to Sheryl.

"Sheryl, hurry up! Lift your arm so I can put this thermometer on your armpit. Let me check how bad

your fever is," Nancy said patiently. Even if it was obvious Sheryl got a fever, she had to accurately

measure her temperature.

"Look at you! You are no longer a kid! But you're not acting very much like an adult this way too!"

Nancy whined, as she was carefully dealing with Sheryl's fever. Sheryl couldn't help but be moved.

Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.

Sheryl entrusted herself to Nancy. She frowned while observing Nancy got all sweaty while busy

helping her. In a flash, an image of illusion dawned upon her. She mistook Nancy for her very own

mother. At that moment, Sheryl detected motherhood was everywhere around Nancy's figure,

especially her kind face and her warm palm. Nancy made Sheryl feel the warmth of motherhood, which

she never had a chance to feel when she was a child.

In a daze, Sheryl was lost in deep thoughts. She began a reverie. 'If Nancy is my mother, I will feel

more than happy.' In her old memories, her so-called mother never cared about her. She was left a

vague notion about maternal love and the like.

Sheryl was physically abused and mentally insulted by that woman. She only showed Sheryl the most

wicked face and words. Not only did that that woman not love her as a daughter, on the contrary, she

was averse to her. Sheryl thought it was so pathetic!