I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Meredith was also afraid of being taken advantage of. If she was falsely accused, she couldn’t afford it.

Mrs. Sterling nodded, “It wasn’t this girl who bumped into me.”

Meredith said, “Should we record a video together? So there’s no confusion later on.”

Mrs. Sterling was very cooperative and leaned her head towards Meredith. Seeing the front camera, she smiled and said, “Girl, turn on the beauty filter and make me look prettier.”

Meredith was taken aback. She had never encountered such a vain old lady before.

At that moment, Meredith also noticed that the old lady was wearing expensive clothes and accessories, indicating she was well-off financially and probably wouldn’t try to scam her.

Meredith turned on the beauty filter and recorded a video. Mrs. Sterling then said, “Take a few more shots, girl. You’re really good-looking. Click on this special effect, the bunny effect…”

Meredith was astonished. Was she dealing with an octogenarian or just an 18-year-old? How did she know so much, from beauty filters to special effects?

After gathering evidence, Meredith took the old lady to the nearby hospital to have her leg checked. While waiting in line, she asked Mrs. Sterling, “Do you remember your family’s phone numbers? Madam, please call your family and have them come to accompany you. I need to go back to work.”

Upon hearing the keyword “phone,” Mrs. Sterling took out the phone hanging around her neck proudly, saying, “I have a phone, my grandson bought it for me.”Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Meredith saw something behind the phone case and asked, “Madam, can you show me your phone?”

“Sure.” Mrs. Sterling was very generous. She had taken a liking to Meredith at first sight, finding her beautiful. Beautiful people always caught her eyes for a second look.

Meredith took the phone and discovered a note behind the phone case. It read that the old lady suffered from senile dementia and didn’t know directions. If she got lost, she should call the numbers in the contact list.

The phone stored several numbers – Terry, Terry’s father, Terry’s mother…

At that moment, the best option seemed to be Terry’s father. Meredith made the call, “Hello, this is the city hospital. Your mother fell…”

After informing her family, Meredith turned around to find the old lady staring at her.

“Madam, why are you looking at me like that?”

Knowing about her dementia, Meredith became more patient and spoke more gently.

“Charlotte.” Mrs. Sterling smiled kindly and held Meredith’s hand, “Charlotte, I’ve been looking for you. Terry didn’t bring you home and lied to me, saying he was going to prepare a gift. He ran off early this morning. They all think I have dementia, but it’s not me. They’re the ones with dementia. I’m lucid.”

Meredith chuckled, “Madam, I’m not Charlotte.”

She had no idea what was going on in the old lady’s family. She didn’t even know what Terry, her grandson, looked like.

Mrs. Sterling insisted, saying, “You are Charlotte. You look so much like your grandfather. You and Terry are engaged. Charlotte, did Terry upset you? Tell me, I’ll beat him up. I’m not old yet, I can swing a cane.”

To prove she still had strength, Mrs. Sterling picked up her cane and swung it. Meredith quickly stopped her, “Madam, be careful. This is a hospital, your leg is still injured. You mentioned I look like my grandfather just now? Do you know my grandfather?”

After these words, Meredith felt confused. The old lady had dementia. Why was she bothering so seriously?

She didn’t even know who her biological parents were, let alone finding her grandfather.

“Yes, I know him.” Suddenly, Mrs. Sterling’s emotions turned sour, as if she had fallen into some memory, she said seriously, “Your grandfather was very handsome when he was young. We were almost married. He said he wouldn’t marry anyone else in his life apart from me. I was willing to marry only him. It’s a twist of fate; we missed each other. Charlotte, Terry is a good man, handsome and a good kid. You must hold onto him.”

Meredith sensed regret in Mrs. Sterling’s tone.

She didn’t know the old lady’s story, but hearing those words, she felt an inexplicable sense of pity.

Meredith took pictures with the old lady, and everything was fine.

After the examination, a middle-aged man hurriedly approached, “Mom, where did you fall? Who bumped into you? Where are they?”

Mrs. Sterling saw Julian Sterling and carefully inspected him, “Are you my son?”

“Mom, I am your son. You don’t recognize me again.” Julian Sterling was used to this, “Mom, how are you? Did you see the person riding the bike?”

“It was her.” Mrs. Sterling pointed at Meredith.

Meredith was stunned. Was this old lady now accusing her falsely?

Julian Sterling looked at Meredith and said in a harsh tone, “Did you bump into my mom?”