The Apple of My Eye

Chapter 2141 Ferry Had To Pay

Coming closer to him, Rob could see Charles' eyes grew colder. Though he didn't say a word, the evil

smile he cast on Rob was more than a warning. "Believe it or not, I have a way to make you speak."

Charles' voice sounded so cold, sending chills across Rob's spine. Looking up at Charles, Rob couldn't

help seeing the face of a devil.

'How could someone's expression suddenly change into something so scary?!' Rob thought and

swallowed, finally coming to terms with his fears.

He didn't expect that Charles would show an unthreatened reaction. He suddenly doubted himself, 'Did

I miscalculate? Somewhere along the line, my plan must have gone wrong, but didn't I notice it in

time?'

Rob had always thought that Charles was decisive in business, but quite hesitant when his family's

safety was at stake. He thought Charles could be leveraged since he still had Clark's life in his hands.

But now, Rob felt that he might have been wrong.

It seemed like the more Rob provoked and intimidated Charles, the more it blew up in his face.

With no intention to give up, Rob continued to deliberately irritate Charles, saying, "Torturing me will get

you nowhere. You'll be lucky if your son will live a month and a half at most. Imagine how your wife will

suffer from distress upon losing her son. Her depression will probably lead to her death. Once both

your wife and your child are dead, you will live alone for the rest of your life. Ha-ha!"

"Crazy! You crazy psycho!"

Hearing what Rob just said, Vicky couldn't help feeling outraged. It never occurred to her that Rob

could be so frantic and kill a small kid!

'If I had known this earlier...' Vicky thought to herself.

At that moment, Vicky regretted that she had colluded with Rob. She felt her hands were also stained

with Clark's blood, being an accessory to the crime. If anything ominous happened to the kid, she knew

that her days were also numbered.

Surely, Charles wouldn't let her off the hook so easily. Judging from what she had learned so far about

Charles' character, he wasn't someone who would let anyone get away after causing trouble to his

family.

That thought made Vicky fear for Rob's life, making her quickly approach them. Afraid that Rob would

completely irk Charles, and the latter would beat him to death once he lost control, Vicky decided to

step in. If Charles ended up killing Rob now, Clark would be left with no remedy.

"Charles, don't listen to him. It's a trap. He wants you to kill him! Then you will be a criminal. Don't let

this man ruin both your life and your son's!" Vicky shouted, trying to reason with Charles.

"Shut up! Bitch!" Rob bawled, glaring at her with ferocious eyes.

Charles took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Even though he really wanted to break each

and every bone in Rob's body, he knew that violence would not do him good. Right now, it didn't matter

if Rob's claim of Clark being poisoned was true or not, but either way, he couldn't let him die.

He still needed Rob, to save his son's life, and as bait to catch a bigger fish–the chief plotter, Ferry.

How could Charles let him die so easily?

Charles turned around and commanded, "Drag him away." He didn't want to waste another second on

Rob anymore, so he ordered two of his men to act quickly.

"Yes, sir!" Two men in suits answered in unison. They approached Rob and stood on either of his sides,

grabbing his upper arms. They dragged Rob out of the room despite his resistance.

As soon as Rob was out of the room, Charles turned to look at Vicky, noticing how anxious she was.

"Why are you still here?"

Feeling a little embarrassed, Vicky answered in a low voice, "I...I have nowhere to go."

"What do you mean nowhere to go?" Thinking for a while, Charles ended up saying, "Go back to the

villa. I'll allow you to stay there for the time being."

Surprised at what Charles just said, Vicky's eyes widened. Did she hear it correctly?

She wondered why Charles forgave her so easily in spite of all the bad things she had done to his

family. Vicky was surprised that he still let her live in the villa even if he said it was just temporary.

"I...I'm so thankful..."

Vicky didn't even get to finish her words, since Charles immediately interrupted her, "It was Sheryl's

idea. She suggested that we give you the villa, so I agreed. We'll get the ownership transferred to your

name tomorrow."

Vicky's eyes widened in surprise. "What? Sheryl asked you to give me the villa? Why, Sheryl?"

All her life, Vicky only believed in one rule: 'No pain, no gain.' To her, nothing came free. So hearing

that she was given a villa for free came as more than a shock to her. She couldn't help but feel startled.

Vicky had lived a life full of struggles where she was only able to get everything by conspiracy. Never in

her past had she been treated like this before.

For a second, she even doubted Charles' words. 'Was he joking?' She stood there blankly, looking at

Charles in disbelief.

Knowing there was nothing more to say, Charles didn't want to waste more of his time on Vicky, so he

finally said, "If you don't leave, then I will."

Turning his back on Vicky, who was still dumbfounded, Charles took his leave and closed the door.

Seeing this, Vicky zapped back to reality and hurried to keep up with him.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, only a few patients were staying in the ward.

Little Clark lay on the bed, unconscious. Feeling anxious, Sheryl was sitting on a chair that she had

pulled beside his bed. The doctor had just checked the boy's condition and told her there was nothing

to worry about. Now Clark was put on a drip. Luckily, his fever had ceased to develop. Since Clark was

so young, the doctor recommended that he had to stay in the hospital for further observation.

Sheryl breathed a sigh of relief. She felt so lucky that her son was able to escape death just now. She

found Clark just in time. She couldn't help thinking how dangerous it would've been for her little boy if

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After Sheryl had left the villa, she had requested someone to secretly follow Vicky when she went to

meet Rob. Thanks to Vicky, that part went well.

But Rob was really cunning, so it was not easy to tail him. Still, Sheryl's men successfully made it.

Sheryl looked at Clark's innocent face as he slept peacefully. Holding Clark's hand, Sheryl gently

squeezed it and made up her mind that she would never part with her son ever again. She couldn't

bear the possibility of not seeing him again.

She sunk into her thoughts for a while. Suddenly feeling so tired, her eyes grew heavy, and she fell

asleep in front of Clark's sickbed.

Charles, who just arrived, stood by the door of Clark's ward and watched Sheryl with mixed feelings.

Remembering what Rob had said, Charles went to see the head doctor of the hospital overnight and

gathered experts to prove Rob's words.

They came to a consensus that his son should take a general check-up as soon as possible, so the

doctors could make a diagnosis if any problem was found.

Charles nodded in agreement. It was already too late, and he worried that waking up Clark at this time

would disturb his rest, so he decided to postpone the check-up until the next morning.

Walking out of the conference room, Charles felt restless. He couldn't fall asleep.

Passing by the nurse's station, the clock on the wall had caught his attention. It was already 3 a.m., but

he felt anxious as he recalled the dangerous events he had experienced tonight.

If he and Sheryl had come a few minutes later, they might never have seen Clark again.

The possibility of the worst-case scenario was so big that it almost drove him mad every time he

thought about it. He could see the shadow of fear in the depths of his own eyes.

Ferry was the culprit behind the whole drama. Charles had thought that putting Ferry behind bars

would keep him behaved since he'd be strictly guarded, but Charles had never expected that Ferry

could still make a huge fuss and threaten his family.

He promised himself that he wouldn't spare that evil man this time. His family would not be safe until

Ferry was dead!

The next day

Sheryl stood alone in a white room. She couldn't tell where she was though she tried looking around for

any sign. Suddenly, she felt her body being pushed by a little hand as if trying to wake her up.

Confused, she looked down to see who it was. Sheryl opened her sleepy eyes and found Clark staring

at her.

"Clark, you're finally awake! Are you feeling better now?" Realizing that Clark was awake, Sheryl

immediately sat up and raised her hand to touch Clark's forehead and check his temperature.

His face was a little pale, but he looked in good spirits. He seemed energetic after getting a good

night's rest. "Mom, I finally see you!"

"My lovely Boy, I'm glad you're okay. I will be with you every day from now on. Don't worry." Sheryl

started rubbing his hair, and said lovingly, "I won't let you leave me again. Never!"

Clark seemed to like it, but he couldn't help asking, "Mom, where's Shirley? Is she okay?" Clark was

always thoughtful. He had not seen his sister for a few days now, and he missed her a lot too.

Shaking her head, Sheryl felt guilty for not being able to protect her lovely son better. Clark was such a

considerate kid.

"Your sister is at Dream Garden now. Your grandma is taking care of her, so you don't need to worry.

Oh, by the way, I have to call your grandma as soon as possible to tell her the good news."

Taking her phone out of her handbag, Sheryl scrolled to open her contact list to find Melissa's number

when the door of the ward was pushed open. Both Sheryl and Clark were surprised to see a familiar

face barge into the room.

"Clark, you are awake! Are you okay?" Melissa's voice filled the room as she rushed into Clark's

bedside.