The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 1571 Let's Sue The Police

It took quite a while before Isla could bring herself to comfort Aron.

"I should really get back to work now." With that, Aron headed back to the company.

After seeing him off, Isla sighed in relief, "He's so dramatic!"

"Well, so are you! You shouldn't have even gone there in the first place," Sheryl said, disappointment evident in her tone.

"But I saved you, Sheryl! Give me a little credit, won't you?" Using a mock-angry tone, Isla raised her voice a little.

It seemed her little act worked, as Sheryl immediately apologized and comforted her friend.

The two didn't head back to the office until Isla's anger totally dissipated.

Since she went back to work, Sheryl had been pretty well lost in thought. After having a muddled mind about it, she decided to give Charles a call.

Although she no longer had any faith in him, she wouldn't shed a tear until she saw the coffin. As long as she had yet to call him and ask him directly, Sheryl still held some hope deep down. With a sigh, she pulled out her phone and dialed the number.

The ringing seemed to go on forever. With every ring, she grew more and more certain that he wouldn't answer her call, like usual. Just as she was about to hang up, though, he picked up the call. "Hello, Sher?" His voice sounded tired on the other end of the line.

Hearing the familiar sound made Sheryl's heart tighten. Pursing her lips, she forced herself to ask, "I've been calling you. Why haven't you been answering me?"

"I'm sorry, Sher. I've been attending to meetings abroad the past few days. I always put my phone on silent for those, so I missed your calls," he explained calmly. Sheryl, of course, knew it was merely an excuse.

If he really meant to talk to her at all, how come he never called her back when he was free?

With a cold smile, Sheryl felt the little hope she had for Charles fade away entirely.

Ferry's threats weren't serious enough to freak her out. In fact, she could easily discuss the problem with Charles to find a plausible solution. But his indifferent attitude was too disheartening. Sheryl decided to give up.

For one, Sheryl didn't want Ferry to come after Charles. And for another, she didn't want to have any connection with a man who cared nothing for her.

"It's fine. You're free to decide whose calls you answer and whose you ignore."

"Sher, please don't say that," Charles pleaded, sounding anxious. Even on his end of the line, he could hear the anger and disappointment in Sheryl's voice.

"You don't need to explain anything to me. I don't want to listen. I just need to know when you'll be back." Turning more indifferent herself, Sheryl interrupted him coldly.

Her tone was rather upsetting, and Charles felt dejected. "I'll be back in two days. Let's meet up once I get back!"

"Sure." Without another word, Sheryl hung up on him, ridding him of any chance to say more.

Charles sighed deeply at the dial tone, indicating that she was gone.

'Sheryl, are you that desperate to leave me?' he thought helplessly to himself.

Knock! Knock! His secretary was at the door.

"Mr. Lu, it's time for your meeting." Unintentionally pulling Charles out of his dejected reverie, the secretary continued to walk inside.

"Okay." Inwardly, Charles was grateful for the distraction. He put all thoughts about Sheryl on pause before entering the conference room.

Since he couldn't improve the situation by mulling it over, and he was too far away to do anything anyway, he decided that the best thing for him to do was focus on work. When it was time to head back, he would just cross that bridge when he got there.

Meanwhile, Nick and Cassie were released, and Ferry texted Sheryl to let her know.

"Remember what you promised me. If you go back on your word, I can easily throw them back in prison. I am the law, remember?" The message made Sheryl throw her phone away in anger. "Sher, Nick has been released. Let's go see him!" Without warning, Isla pushed the door open and walked toward Sheryl to grab her hand. Clearly, she was ready to go visit him.

But it wasn't a good time. Even the way Isla's heels clicked across the floor seemed to irritate Sheryl to no end. She merely shook off Isla's eager hand.

The gesture put a puzzled look on Isla's face. "What's wrong?" she asked, noticing the phone on the floor. "What happened? You look very angry."

"It's nothing," Sheryl answered calmly, in spite of her demeanor. Composing herself, she continued to ask, "Is Nick in the hospital?"

It was worrying, Sheryl thought. She knew that if Isla found out that Ferry had just texted her, her friend would make a huge deal of it. But Sheryl also understood that regardless if it was her or Isla, they couldn't do anything about the Ferry situation.

"He is. Last I heard, he was seriously injured. Hurry up. Let's go to the hospital, now." Just before that, Isla asked Aron to call the police and was told that the police had just sent Nick and Cassie to the hospital Aware that it was an urgent matter, Isla went directly to Sheryl's office.

When the pair arrived at the hospital, they found that the nurses had already helped Nick and Cassie bind their wounds. Although nothing serious was pointed, the two were all bruised up with bandages wrapping most of their bodies. It was rather upsetting.

"Nick, are you okay?" Because Cassie was still in a coma, Sheryl lowered her voice and asked him.

Currently, Nick's situation was like a set of dominoes. If he pulled his hair, his whole body hurt. The slightest movement could cause him even more pain. "Sher, I'm fine. But Cassie is still in a coma. I worry about her. I really don't know what I can do."

At this point, Nick was helpless and desperate. Looking at Sheryl with intense frustration, he hoped that she could give him some advice.

Seeing Nick and Cassie, wounded and bed-ridden, Sheryl could feel the guilt and shame creep up her spine. Lowering her voice, she apologized.

"Sher, you really have nothing to do with this. Don't be sorry! It's about the damn cops who beat us up, alright?"

In the past few days, Nick was sure he was stuck in an actual hell. Squinting at the ground, Nick turned rather furious. "Cassie and I had nothing against them and yet, they hit us." Every word Nick uttered hit Sheryl differently. She was at a loss for words.

"Sher, let's just sue the police. Cassie and I did hit people, but we did nothing to the police and prisoners. We were only detained. They couldn't beat us that easily!" Looking at Sheryl with eagerness, Nick decided that he would get out of his bed, only to arrive with the police, regardless of injury.

Immediately after buying food, Isla headed back to the ward, patting Nick on the back as a little teasing about him getting up in the morning. "What are you doing, Nick? Do you want more injuries? Sheryl did a lot to save you. Stay in bed!"

After the initial position, Nick still seemed angry. "So I just let this go? Cassie and I didn't go through hell just to drop it."

"What else can you do? Fight the entire police station? That's throwing straws into the wind. Do you want us to lose our connections?" Isla chastised.

"Of course not. Isla, did you say that Sheryl saved Cassie and me?" he asked.