The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 1563 In Detention

"Baby, it was my fault. I won't do it again. But the next time you see me thinking, refrain from disturbing me, okay?" Walter said in a serious tone.

"All right, I got it. Dear, I'm so sleepy. Can we sleep now?" Cecilia asked softly as she buried her head in Walter's chest.

"Sure," Walter smiled. Then, he hugged Cecilia tightly and closed his eyes.

Since he had already asked the local police director to solve that one particular problem for him, he could now rest assured. He was alarmed upon seeing who called earlier. Luckily, it wasn't a difficult task and it was ironed out in no time.

Feeling relieved, he decided to sleep. He didn't know Nick or Cassie, and he meant them no harm. But it was their misfortune to have offended someone they shouldn't have.

Nobody could save them now.

Early the next morning, the day started badly for Sheryl.

The first thing she had to deal with when she woke up was a call from the police station.

She had thought that it was a mistake, but the phone kept ringing. She had to answer it. "Hello?"

"This is the police. I'm calling from the station. Do you know Nick Ge?" a cold voice asked from the other end of the line.

There was a hint of arrogance and impatience in it, but Sheryl didn't mind. 'A public servant should always preserve his status,' she comforted herself.

"Nick? Yes, I know him. What's wrong? Is he in trouble?" Sheryl asked with urgency. A call from the police station didn't mean well for Nick.

"Get some money ready to bail them out!" The police officer instructed Sheryl coldly and then hung up the phone before she could find out more.

"Bail them out?" Sheryl muttered to herself.

She realized that she broke out in a cold sweat. 'Oh my God! What happened to him?' she couldn't help wondering. 'And why did the police officer say "them?" Does this mean he's in trouble and he's not alone?'

She had just talked with Nick on the phone the day before. He had told her that his relationship with Cassie was going perfectly well.

'Didn't he go on a date yesterday? How did he end up in the police station?' Sheryl thought in a panic.

She decided to immediately go to the police station instead of worrying herself and overthinking. In a matter of minutes, she was ready to leave.

"Sheryl, you are up very early today. Please wait for a moment. Breakfast will be ready very soon," said Joan. Joan felt quite surprised to see Sheryl up much earlier than usual. She hadn't gotten everything ready yet.

"Joan, I won't be having breakfast here today. Please take care of the kids for me. I have something urgent to deal with. I have to go now. Bye!" With that, Sheryl rushed out of the house.

Joan remained startled even after Sheryl left. 'Whatever the thing is, it must be very big,' she thought. She had been staying with this family for a pretty long time, but she had never seen Sheryl so anxious. Sheryl soon arrived at the police station.

She had driven as fast as she could.

After parking her car, she rushed into the building.

"Excuse me. I'm...Sheryl Xia. I'm here to...bail Nick Ge out," she stammered, out of breath, and talking to no one in particular.

The police officer looked up at this panting woman who was holding onto a bag and bathed in sweat. Then he asked, sluggishly, "Is it hot outside?"

The abrupt question rendered Sheryl speechless. 'Come on! You are on duty now, sir,' she sighed internally.

Sheryl didn't answer him, nor did he ask again.

"Nick and Cassie. To bail two people out, you need to pay..."

Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!

Before the police officer could finish what he was saying, the phone rang. He stopped to answer it.

"Cassie?" Sheryl muttered in disbelief while the officer talked on the phone. She was utterly shocked. 'Why is Cassie here as well?

Poor girl! How could she survive a night in prison?' she thought.

Sheryl couldn't imagine a delicate girl like Cassie detained in a police station.

"Yes, sir! Copy that!" The police officer, who had been lazy and listless just moments ago, now stood straight, wore a serious expression on his face, and spoke with a serious voice.

After hanging up the phone, the police officer said, "Nick and Cassie are accused of intentional injury. They must remain in prison for 15 days, unless the case is solved earlier than that. They can't be bailed ou until the 15 days are over."

"Intentional injury?" Sheryl repeated. She was stunned. Things seemed to be getting worse.

"Right," the officer said curtly. He looked at Sheryl, as if telling her to leave.

Sheryl didn't want to leave without knowing more about her friends and the situation they were in. She had to figure out what had happened.

If the law stated that she couldn't bail them out, maybe she could at least see them.

Sheryl mustered up the courage to ask the officer, "I'm sorry. Can I visit them?"

"Yes," the police officer nodded.

Immediately, he led her through the legal procedures.

Sheryl used the opportunity to ask about the case.

She was told that Nick and Cassie had a fight with a man in front of a restaurant, and that man was severely injured, so he was sent to the hospital. Sheryl didn't expect that the said man would be Jordan. Still full of questions, Sheryl felt the need to personally talk to Nick and Cassie.

She was led to Nick's and Cassie's cell at once.

"Sher! You're here!" Nick exclaimed as soon as he caught sight of her. Neither he nor Cassie was able to sleep a wink the previous night. They felt depressed and were desperate to leave. But the night felt so long. They felt like they had stayed in the cell for a century. They almost went mad during the wait.

The previous night, the officers asked them to provide a phone number to call. That was their opportunity to contact someone to bail them out. The first person Nick thought of was Sheryl.

"Nick, Cassie, how are you now?" Sheryl, deeply concerned, stared at the two. They looked bad and this worried her.

Cassie looked especially frail. She sat on the floor looking emotionless. Her eyes looked tired and red.

"Sher, are you here to bail us out?" Nick asked anxiously.

Sheryl looked into Nick's expectant eyes, sadly shook her head, and said, "No. I can't. The police said you and Cassie had inflicted intentional injury. You can't be bailed out until 15 days from now."

"What?" Nick shrieked.

"Aargh!" Sheryl and Nick heard moaning and sniffing. It was Cassie. She couldn't help crying when she heard what Sheryl said.

"Cassie, my dear. Don't worry. I'm here with you!" Nick comforted Cassie as he held her in his arms.

As she leaned on Nick's chest, Cassie sobbed, "I...I don't want...want to stay here...any longer!"

Sheryl knitted her eyebrows and looked at them. Her eyes were full of worry.

"Sher, please save Cassie. Please! Please get her out of here! She won't survive half a month in this place. I'm willing to be punished for twice as long, if that means she gets to go," Nick pleaded. Then something occurred to him. He was still confused, but in a moment of sudden realization, he said, "Wait! There's something wrong. It was Jordan who provoked us. He started the fight! I know Cassie hit him over the head, but she was only trying to save me. I was also hurt yesterday. Why is he being treated like an innocent victim while we are locked in here as prisoners?"

His words made sense. Sheryl also felt that something was fishy about the situation. But right now, she didn't have any clue as to what it was.

"Don't worry. I'll try to figure it out," Sheryl reassured them. Even though the case and the police's treatment of Nick and Cassie were suspicious, Sheryl had no choice but to leave them there for the meantime. After Sheryl left, she started calling up people whom she thought might be able to help shed light on the case. However, to her disappointment, none of them were able to help. Everyone she called either said they were incapable of helping or that they didn't have the right connections, especially to the higher-ups.

In a word, all of them turned her down with different excuses.

Sheryl got more and more frustrated after the more calls she made.

Finally, she started to doubt her social relations. She began to think about who her real friends were and why no one could help her when she needed them.