The Apple of My Eye

Chapter 2134 Sheryl's Surprise Visit

It was almost two in the afternoon, and the sun still shone brightly against the old building in the

suburb. There were no people in sight. Even the building would be mistaken as abandoned unless

someone would actually dare to check out inside.

Clark moved a bit, still lying on his side. His eyelids moved as if trying his best to wake up from a

dream he wanted to end soon. Slowly opening his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar environment.

He could feel the coldness of the tiled floor against his cheek.

Although he was young, he had experienced a lot of things. With that being said, he had learned to

stay calm in an unfamiliar environment. Even when faced with danger, he never cried or made any

fuss. He just opened his eyes and quietly observed his surroundings.

Seeing he was surrounded by a dark and damp space, Clark figured he would have to be inside an old

small house somewhere. The dusty floor meant whoever lived here wasn't into regular cleaning.

Looking up at the roof, he could see a lot of small holes and noticed how the light came through them

from outside. It seemed that the house was no more than a shabby cottage. There were no windows,

just bare walls. Staying alone in the empty room, all that he could hear was the sound of the wind

blowing.

'Am I in the suburb now?' he asked himself.

Having gone for an outing to the countryside a few times with Sheryl, Clark looked back at those

memories with optimism. Sheryl once told him that the more desolate the place was, the wilder the

wind became. It was general knowledge that his mother once taught him, which he had learned by

heart. Also, he realized that he had been kidnapped. But he had no idea why the bad guys kept him in

such a remote place.

The thought that he might never be able to see his parents or Shirley again tormented him. He was too

young to die. But no matter how sad he was, he decided that he would not cry or show any signs of

weakness. He had to stay strong.

His mother once told him that a real man would never cry in front of others, no matter how scared and

hurt he was. Otherwise, he would only be looked down upon as a coward.

Clark recalled what had happened earlier that day. Back in kindergarten, before he lost consciousness,

he remembered he had gone to the bathroom. Then a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses came in.

The same guy suddenly hugged him from behind, covering his mouth with one hand.

He had tried to call for help, but then he had felt too weak, and his vision had started to blur. Then

everything had gone black as he finally lost consciousness.

Moving his body, Clark found that his limbs were flexible. It felt like his legs were a little numb because

he had stayed in one position for too long. Still, it did not prevent him from standing up.

Right now, all his attention was focused on the old wooden door a few feet away from him. He was

optimistic that he would be able to get out and find his mother as long as he was able to push it open.

Biting his lips, Clark finally summoned the courage to walk towards the wooden door. One step at a

time, he made his way until he was able to touch the doorknob.

Finally, when he approached the door and was about to open it, it was suddenly flung open.

"Oh, you are awake!" the person from the other side of the door commented. He wore sunglasses, a

dark windbreaker, and a peaked cap on top of his head, which looked very strange.

Looking at him warily, Clark took a few steps backwards.

He didn't know who this person was, nor knew why he took him and kept him here.

On the other hand, Rob carefully looked at Clark from head to toe, noting that his little face was full of

vigilance but little timidity. Suddenly, he felt a little shocked and intimidated, looking at the young boy's

expression.

"Little boy, you look fearless. You really surprised me. I never expected that. I like your character a lot,"

Rob said with a smile.

"Why did you bring me here? I don't even know you! Who are you?" Clark asked directly, not showing

any signs of fear.

Hearing Clark's childish questions almost had Rob laughing. Shaking his head, he answered, "I don't

know you either. But aren't you the child of Charles and Sheryl? You have to take responsibility for your

parents' mistakes."

As soon as Clark heard the strange man mention his parents' names, he knew that the man must have

come after him for revenge against his parents. At the thought, he felt it was necessary for him to find

an opportunity to sneak out and tell his parents about it.

Clark tried racking his brains for any ideas, but he was too young to think of an escape plan.

Noticing that Clark went silent, Rob thought that the boy might have gotten too scared of him, so he

didn't say more words to intimidate him. Instead, he reached out his hand to pat his little head and said,

"Look, Kid, as long as you obey me, I won't hurt you."

"What do you want to do to me?" Clark asked warily, keeping his eyes on the man.

Rob couldn't help laughing and thought Clark was really cute.

"I can't tell you right now. By the way, are you hungry? I brought some delicious snacks for you. Do you

want to have some?" Rob said, taking out a paper bag from behind his back. It was a takeaway of

chicken legs from KFC. He knew that kids could not resist such a delicious snack.

Clark stared at the bag but didn't move. He was really hungry and imagining the fried chicken inside the

KFC paper bag, subconsciously released saliva in his mouth.

"No, I'm not hungry." Clark shook his head resolutely. Despite wanting it badly, how could he know

whether the food was poisoned, or not?

What if the strange man wanted to hurt him? Thinking too far ahead, he thought about possibly losing

his mind after eating the food he was given. He was afraid that his sanity would be controlled by the

man once he ate the chicken. Clark kept thinking of all the possible worst-case scenarios. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

He was a smart kid, but he was still a child. If Rob wanted him to die, it wouldn't be too much trouble.

And he didn't have to choose to do it by poisoning his food.

Observing the crease that appeared on Clark's forehead, Rob knew that Clark must be cautious. If

Clark refused to eat his food like this, it would be a problem for Rob. He couldn't afford it if Clark

decided to go on a hunger strike. If anything bad happened to the little boy, he would have difficulty

explaining it to Ferry, and that might also ruin Ferry's plan in the future.

So, in order to complete the task that Ferry had assigned to him, he had to keep this little boy healthy

and alive.

On second thought, he took out several cans of unopened rice pudding, and boxes of milk from the

paper bag, trying to lure the kid. "I'll put these here, so you can help yourself when you're hungry. By

the way, don't even think of escaping. This is a desolate place, far away from the city. Even if you are

able to run out of this house, you'll be eaten by wolves when you get outside. And I'm not joking."

After sharing his thoughts, Rob turned around and went straight out of the small room.

On the other hand, Clark remained quiet as he watched the man disappear through the door. The room

fell dead silent again. The howls of the strong north wind continued to blow into his ears again, but this

time, Clark felt a chill had crept across his spine.

Staring at the food in front of him for a while, Clark finally gave in to his hunger. He was too hungry to

resist it. Besides, he thought, only when he was full, would he have the strength to escape this place

and find his parents.

Checking out every item in the bag, he found that every food product was still sealed, so he was sure

that the food was safe to eat. Thinking of this, Clark felt much better. He reached out his little hand to

grab the nearest rice pudding.

Time flew swiftly. Soon, darkness came in the suburb. It was a starless night, but the full moon was

enough to light up the sky. Meanwhile, the villa remained well-lit even from the outside.

Stella cut another piece of meat on her plate while chewing her food. She sat alone in the kitchen,

having dinner. Looking at the dishes she had just cooked that were left untouched, she shook her head.

Not knowing why, the woman upstairs had begun to refuse to eat again. She didn't even come

downstairs to check what was for dinner. Maybe she wasn't hungry after all, even if she had not eaten

anything the whole day.

On the other hand, Stella was not in the mood to care about the woman. At this time, all she was

worried about was whether Charles would wake up as soon as possible. After all, in this villa, she was

only expected to listen to Charles' orders.

Since David came to her last time, Stella had kept an eye on Vicky all the time, making sure she was

aware of Vicky's every move.

According to what she had seen so far, Vicky didn't seem to have any signs of weirdness. On the

contrary, Stella found it was time to take care of herself. She felt starved to death, so she decided to sit

down and eat.

Thinking of this, Stella shook her head helplessly.

She had just started with her meal when she heard the doorbell ring. She grew alert and thought, 'Who

would come here at this time?

Is Mr. Lu awake? Did he come here to settle the old score with Vicky?'

Stella felt refreshed with those thoughts. She put down the bowl and chopsticks, and then quickly

rushed to the door.

Just for security purposes, before opening the door, she cast a peep through the door hole and was

shocked to see who was behind it.

'How could it be... Mrs. Xia?'

Stella knew Sheryl very well. Although she had never served in Dream Garden in the past, she was

very familiar with Sheryl. In fact, she knew that Sheryl was the only woman that Charles loved the

most, and she was the real hostess of this villa.