The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 1099 More Disputes

"That's a good idea. To make things more convincible, we could record it and also film it! After all, pinhole cameras are now accessible everywhere. We could buy one very easily," Aron proposed confidently. "But if we're going to do this, will Sher need to return and continue to tolerate that old witch?" Isla asked worriedly, her eyebrows furrowed. She also thought that recording evidence was a good means of exposing Melissa's true colors to Charles.

But before they could achieve this, Sheryl had to return.

"Isla, Do you know the saying that 'danger can never be overcome without taking risks?' Even though Sher's situation is not that serious, in essence they are the same. Sher needs to take this risk and bear the insult," Aron tried to persuade Isla.

After considering it for a while, Isla finally nodded in agreement. She sighed, "You're right. This is the only solution to expose that old witch. Bearing the insult now to live a more dignified life tomorrow. Sher, let's do what Aron just said."

Shaking her head, Sher replied skeptically, "I don't want to prove anything. What's the point? Charles doesn't believe me anyway." She was still indignant at Charles' distrust of her.

"He didn't believe you because you couldn't prove yourself! As long as you have enough evidence, he will come around and definitely stand by you," Aron responded convincingly, knowing that it was Charles' attitude that hurt Sheryl most. "Forgive my frankness. Since Charles and his mother have been separated for fifteen years, how much love could they still have? If he knows that she fooled him like an idiot, do you really think that he will still believe her?"

"Aron is right!" Isla agreed immediately, looking even more anxious than Sheryl herself. "So what do you think?" Before she could answer, there was a sudden knock at the door. "Sher, I know you're in there. Open the door!" It was Charles' voice.

The three of them looked at each other worriedly. "Sher, don't answer him. I'm going to answer the door," Isla said quickly. Hearing Charles' voice, Isla couldn't help but feel the impulse to seek justice for Sheryl.

"Isla, don't be reckless. Since Charles has come here to look for Sher, it proves that he cares about her. Don't escalate the fight. I will go meet him," Aron suggested, standing up. As he made his way to the door, Isla turned to Sheryl, who was sitting aside quietly, and asked, "What do you think?" Taking a deep breath, Sheryl answered calmly, "Stay here, both of you. I'm going to handle everything. I'll go back with him tonight." Isla was dumbfounded.

"Sher, what are you thinking? Do you forget why you left home in the first place? If you're willing to forgive and return to him so easily, he'll think he can walk all over you!" Isla exclaimed in disapproval.

"I'll return so that I can collect evidence. Didn't we all just agree on this? What Aron said is right!" Looking at Isla, Sheryl explained herself calmly.

Not expecting Sheryl to make the right decision so quickly, Isla was overjoyed. "Right, Sher! It's great that you were able to think it through!" she exclaimed. From outside, an anxious Charles continued to call Sheryl's name and pound heavily on the door. With a sigh, Sheryl stood up and walked to the doorway.

The door opened, and they met each other's eyes. Relief washed over Charles as soon as he saw her in front of him. "Sher," he said softly.

"What are you planning to do here? If you didn't believe what I said, why have you bothered to look for me?" Sheryl responded sharply.

"I'm here not to argue with you. If you want to continue arguing, let's argue at home!" he snapped angrily. Charles' worry had dissipated and had been replaced with anger.

'Sheryl is the one who did wrong!' he fumed to himself. 'Why am I not allowed to even blame her? After all, my mother almost died because of her. Doesn't she deserve to be blamed? Shouldn't she apologize to me?'

However, it was apparent to Charles that she didn't feel sorry at all. Instead, she had left home and made sarcastic remarks when he found her, like she had done nothing wrong.

Charles couldn't stand her being like that.

Where was the gentle and kind Sheryl that he once knew?

"Alright. If you want to argue at home, then let's go home," she said indifferently. She then turned to Isla and quickly said, "Isla, I'm going home. You can go to bed now."

"Sher, control yourself when you return home. Don't say anything hurtful. Remember?" Even though Isla was speaking to Sheryl, she stared at Charles the whole time. Obviously she was reminding Charles. But Charles ignored her and acted like he hadn't heard anything. He grabbed Sheryl's hand and said, "Let's go!"

As soon as they disappeared from their sights, Isla mumbled worriedly, "Aron, do you think everything will be fine after they return home?"

After seeing Charles' attitude towards Sheryl, Isla had become increasingly worried.

Meanwhile, in the car, Charles hadn't said a single word. His face was cold like a stranger, and it reminded Sheryl of the time when they had just met.

Since Charles didn't speak, Sheryl decided she wouldn't talk either. Instead, she gazed out at the streets of Y City, which despite in midnight, were still brightly lit. A long time ago, they had been only strangers, but had ended up becoming each other's closest person. Mysterious fate!

On the one hand, fate was a fantastic thing that could bind random people together; on the other hand, it could also tear the closest of people apart like strangers!

What was the rule behind it? A person's morality? However, Sheryl didn't know how her morality could have caused this. She thought about it, but she just couldn't find anything she had done wrong to anyone. It was obvious that God wouldn't spare anyone simply because of their good character.

"Sheryl, I really don't understand what you could be thinking right now." Charles finally broke his silence.

Despite speaking to Sheryl, he didn't even glance her way. Instead, he stared straight ahead, his eyes full of anger.

"If you don't understand, then why should I bother to explain myself?" Sheryl retorted coolly, as she kept staring out her window. She didn't mind offending him now.

"Don't you think that you

should explain? I know you are a proud woman, and you don't want to explain anything. Even though you won't say anything, I can figure it out. But Sheryl, it's my mom! Why can't you just let it go for once? You can't be so cruel to me!" Charles' tone was mixed with blaming and pleading.

"I'm cruel? Charles, are you blind?" Sheryl kept telling herself to stay calm and not argue with Charles, but when she heard Charles accusing her, she just couldn't stand it anymore. Sadness overwhelmed her. "I prefer to be blind than be heartless!" Charles yelled as he suddenly hit the brake.

He had done everything he could to make up for the mistakes she had made. He had used both hard and soft tactics, but she just wouldn't yield. How could he possibly manage to keep calm at this point? The sudden brake caused Sheryl's head to hit the glass window. Rubbing her forehead, she cried out, "So why did you pick me up? If you don't believe me, why are you bringing me home?"

"Do you think I want to bring you home? I'm only doing it because of Clark!" Charles snapped at her harshly.

"Well, Clark is not here! You are free to leave! What are you waiting for?" Sheryl responded in hysterics.

"Sheryl, you should be clear that this is my car, not yours. If anyone needs to leave, it's you!" Charles sneered, his eyes full of anger.

"Alright! I'll leave right now!" Sheryl unfastened her safe belt, opened the door and stormed away from the car angrily.

With tears in her eyes, she stood on the street alone in the cold night. When Charles saw that she had really left, he pounded on the steering wheel with intense anger. Then, he grumbled to himself, started the engine and sped off into the night.