His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1380 She Deserves To Die

That would be absolutely perfect.

If Sheryl died, Melissa was confident that Charles would listen to her once and for all and leave his

property in her care. In that case, she would be the real hostess of the house—it would be necessary

for her to manage the family's finances.

Indulging in her imagination of an easy future, she thought, 'Sheryl, you've tried to fight me all the way

through. Well, now you're facing the consequences!'

With this in mind, Melissa could barely hold back her laugh.

Soon, the ambulance sirens could be heard from outside. A group of medical staff jumped out of the

car and rushed to Sheryl's room to put her on a stretcher and drive her to the hospital.

On the way there, Nancy stayed with Sheryl in the ambulance. She remembered to call up Charles and

tell him to head to the General Hospital instead of Dream Garden.

Worried out of his mind, Charles drove to the hospital at incredible speed. In a gloomy mood, he felt

everything turn gray around him when the dust flew by as he drove.

Once he got to the hospital, he rushed to the emergency room faster than ever in his life.

Inside, the doctors were doing their best to save Sheryl's life.

A doctor came out to have him sign the Critically Ill Notice, telling him with candor that the patient

inside might not be salvageable. Charles' hands shook violently. At that point, he could no longer stop

the tears from streaming down his cheeks.

Staring at the sheet in front of him, he signed it like he was stuck in some kind of dream, in contrast to

the usually vigorous signature he would use on his office files. His uncontrollably shaky hands revealed

his extreme panic at the moment.

"Doctor, please save my wife. Please!" Charles pleaded, grabbing the doctor by his arm like he would

be a lifesaver if he was drowning in the sea.

Although the doctor was already used to being around matters of life and death, even he was moved

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"Mr. Lu, we'll do everything we can."

Each operation was a battle—doctors couldn't ever make any promises to patients' families. The only

thing they could truly do was put all their effort into saving every patient they had.

With that, the doctor gently removed Charles' hands from his arm and gave him a brief pat on the

shoulder before throwing himself into the emergency room, ready to enter the battle of saving another

life.

The sound of the door shutting on him made Charles tremble even further. All he could do was stand

still outside the room, his eyes fixed on the door as if it could determine life and death itself.

Before the procedure was over, Melissa and Leila arrived at the hospital in a rush. Seeing the light on

the emergency room sign, they knew that Sheryl was still in there.

"Charles, don't worry. Sheryl could recover soon. Don't make yourself suffer too much."

Seeing Charles' ghastly face, Melissa comforted him with as much sincerity as a hypocrite could

manage.

Unsurprisingly, Melissa dropped by the hospital not out of concern, but out of spite—she wanted

nothing more than to see Sheryl miserable and helpless. Seeing Sheryl die a painful death would be

cause for celebration.

Melissa's attempt at comforting Charles did nothing to relieve him of his grief. All it did was remind him

that in the Lu Family, Melissa and Leila never liked having Sheryl stay at home, so they must have

something to do with her coma.

Sheryl had just caught a cold. How could it have turned into a critical illness?

It was too much for Charles. The only way he could make sense of it was if Melissa and Leila had

something to do with it.

With that thought, Charles couldn't hold back his anger, and he practically roared, "If something bad

happens to Sher, I won't let you get away with it!"

The two were stunned silent. His fierce gaze seemed to pierce through them.

Being on the receiving end of his anger, Melissa felt wronged. Although she had always wanted Sheryl

out of their lives, this time, she did nothing to put her in danger.

Just when she was ready to snap back at Charles for yelling at her, his grim, dark expression scared

her off—she didn't dare say anything more to provoke him.

Instead, she continued pretending to be worried about Sheryl to appease Charles. That didn't stop her

from cursing the woman inwardly.

'Why isn't she dead yet? My own son yelled at me because of that bitch!

She has always gone against me. She deserves to die!'

With hateful thoughts filling her mind, Melissa's face lit up—she couldn't be any gladder to see Sheryl in

such a hopeless condition.

Meanwhile, unlike Melissa, Leila was feeling rather nervous, genuinely hoping that Sheryl would

survive.

Although she had looked forward to Sheryl's death for a time, she realized soon after that things were

different in this case—she was a major player in Sheryl's critical illness. If she died, it might end up a

real murder case.

In spite of everything, Leila couldn't afford to risk facing the consequences of murder.

While she wanted to bring Sheryl down, she didn't want to live the rest of her life as a murderer. Gritting

her teeth, she wondered and regretted how her impulses led to such dire consequences.

For the first time in her life, Leila genuinely worried about Sheryl, even if only for her own sake. In her

heart, she prayed hard for Sheryl's survival.

Subconsciously, she ended up taking Melissa by the arm, seeking any kind of support.

Playing the part of the concerned relative, Melissa feigned mumbling to herself, "Poor Sheryl, please

be alright."

As she did it, she subtly glanced at her son, hoping he heard her small prayers.

Much to her disappointment, Charles didn't even spare her a glance. Sheryl's safety was all that

mattered to him at that moment. Regardless of the mess of the situation, he just wanted Sheryl to

recover as soon as possible.