His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1397 The Evil Mother-in-law

"Aunt Melissa, Charles is the only man I love. It's my lifelong dream to be his wife. Please don't laugh

at me," Leila blurted out and lowered her head, looking at her fingers bashfully.

Meanwhile, Melissa said nothing. She only smiled contently, hearing exactly what she expected she

would hear.

But what Melissa said left Leila scratching her head—she was dying to know what exactly Melissa was

implying. But when she lifted her head, she found that she had her eyes closed, wearing a self-satisfied

expression of joy. All Leila could do was bite her lips and swallow down her curiosity.

On the way to the hospital, Leila looked at the passing views to try and distract her from obsessing over

her own thoughts, thinking hard about what Melissa was going to do.

Even though she didn't have any clue at the moment, Leila figured that Melissa must've had certain

intentions.

Sensing that her utmost goal was once again out of her reach, Leila felt her heart sink into her

stomach. Although Melissa wasn't the perfect ally, a little bit of support was better than nothing.

If Melissa could teach Sheryl a lesson, then Leila wouldn't have to lift a single finger. And if Charles

was pissed off, Melissa would take the heat—Leila would get off easy. All she needed to do was wait

and see.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Leila went over her plan again. The more she thought about it, the harder it

was to hide her excitement.

Stealing a glance at Melissa, she hoped that she could lend her a real hand this time and push her

closer to her life's dream.

There wasn't anything Leila wouldn't give to get the chance to marry into the Lu family. After waiting for

such a long time, it killed her to even see Charles, unable to do a thing.

The same question plagued her heart every time, 'Will I ever get a chance to marry him?'

All she could do was answer her own question.

'Yes, he will!'

Clenching her fists alarmingly tight, she had to stop herself from screaming out loud.

Meanwhile, in her ward, Sheryl was lying in the bed and staring at the ceiling.

In the passing days, she couldn't sleep well, no matter how much the doctors urged her to rest well for

her recovery. Before the day her dear daughter came back home with her, it became impossible for her

to have a good night's sleep. The thought that Shirley could be suffering alone somewhere out there

could keep Sheryl up forever.

Every night, as she lay awake in her bed, her daughter's sweet, lovely face would appear before her

eyes. Her sweet smile, her warm hugs…Sheryl missed everything about her.

One night, she was too frustrated to stay in bed and had to get up so she could pace around the room.

The idea that Shirley could be tortured or starved scared Sheryl to death. Her impulse was to knock

Leila down, bite off her flesh and drink up her blood. She swore to God that she would make that bitch

pay with interest one day.

It was no coincidence. Because she couldn't sleep at night, she caught Leila slipping into her room.

That gave her the chance to pretend to have lapsed into a coma and tug Leila around.

Everything depended on how Sheryl played along for the show.

As she brainstormed for her own plans, urgent knocks on the door interrupted her. Frowning at the

sudden interruption, she wondered who it could be. It couldn't be Charles or Nancy or the doctor

because they wouldn't startle her like that. Figuring that it was some uninvited guest, Sheryl sneered.

Instead of telling whoever it was to come in, she let them wait outside to see what they would do.

Just as she expected, the visitors stepped inside without permission.

Sheryl's face twisted more tightly when she saw who her guests were. Impatient to get the interaction

over with, she didn't bother to greet them.

"Why didn't you tell us to come in? You're perfectly fine. Didn't you hear us knock? Don't tell me your

illness is making you deaf!" The moment she saw her, Melissa blew up at Sheryl with a frenzy of rage,

broad enough to cover her whole face, completely forgetting that she was there to visit a hospital

patient.

"Mom, I was taking a nap just now. The doctor told me to take as much rest as possible. I wasn't

expecting anyone to visit at this time. I thought someone was knocking on the wrong door. It was so

loud that it almost gave me a heart attack." Sheryl decided to take her time and give a disguised

response to imply Melissa was an unwelcome disturbance.

"What?" Melissa shouted even louder, baffled at the response. The sarcasm in Sheryl's words was

clear and Melissa could barely hold back her anger, but Leila stopped her before she could utter

another word. After giving Melissa a reassuring smile, she turned to Sheryl.

"Sheryl, you misunderstand. Melissa came all the way here with good intentions. Maybe we were a

little too loud, but it's just because we were so eager to see you. We didn't know you were taking a

nap," she said, trying to sound reasonable.

The words only made Sheryl give them a flat look. She was well aware of what the two women were

really. Sneering at them, she didn't even think it worth the trouble to try being polite. Instead, she said

impatiently, "I don't feel very well today. I just want to go back to bed. Now that you've seen me, please

leave. I'm not well enough to deal with you."

With that, Sheryl merely turned her back at them, making them glare at her from behind, burning holes

into her head.

It wasn't anything new. Melissa never had any kindness for Sheryl. The reason she came to visit was

simply out of curiosity, and maybe for the chance to amuse herself by seeing Sheryl in such a weak

state. It wasn't often for Sheryl looked so helpless.

But much to her dismay, Melissa didn't get what she was expecting. Sheryl looked nothing like the

weak, pathetic patient Melissa thought she would be. In fact, adding fuel to the fire, she talked with her

nose high in the air, like she knew just how much better she was than them. With that, Melissa's rage

toward her daughter-in-law went past the ceiling.

"Sheryl, is that the way you should be speaking to your mother-in-law? How dare you be so rude to me!

I came all this way to show my concern for you!" she roared back, pointing a trembling figure at

Sheryl's back. The longer she was in Melissa's sight, the angrier she got. Any ounce of decency she

had faded away and Melissa couldn't stop pouring out all the striking words she had been piling up for

the woman.

"I'm so disappointed in you! God! Why did Charles have to marry such a shameless woman? Does he

ever think about his poor mother? Sheryl, don't you dare forget what kind of family you married into! We

won't tolerate you!"

This time, Leila didn't stop her. On the one hand, Melissa was too angry to reason with anyway, and

Leila had no intention of being cannon fodder. On the other hand, it rather delighted her to see how NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

much Melissa hated Sheryl.

Instead of drawing fire upon herself, Leila merely took a seat and enjoyed the show. Smirking at the

scene, she tried hard not to clap and cheer.

"I shouldn't be the one to tell you this. But you deserve to lie here in the hospital! I've never met such a

shameless woman in my life. Everyone will be better off if you rot here for the rest of your pitiful

existence! Save us the trouble!" At this point, Melissa was just letting words slip from her mouth without

thinking. With her hands on her hips, and her face twisted, she looked like a furious gargoyle glaring

down at Sheryl.

While the whole episode unraveled, none of them noticed a figure stepping through the doorway. A

coldness came at them, harsh enough to freeze time.

"Mom, leave her alone! There couldn't be a worse time for you to lash out and say whatever you want

like this. Get out!" Charles thundered from behind them. While he was already suppressing the anger in

his voice, his tone was already frightening enough to stun Melissa silent.

He was already in an awful mood, not having found his daughter yet. Too frustrated and impatient to do

anything else, he went to visit Sheryl in the hopes of finding a moment of relief. Nothing could've

displeased him more than to find what he had just witnessed, his own mother hurling insults at the

woman he loved most. Feeling so exhausted, he had the impulse to drag his mother outside by the

collar himself.