The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 1876

Something about Sheryl worried Isla quite a lot. She knew she couldn't leave Sheryl's side, no matter what.

Knowing how stubborn Isla was, Sheryl decided to stop asking her to leave. "Charles, we didn't come here to make a scene," she said as she turned in his direction. "I just want to see how Mom is doing."

She took one look at Melissa, and her eyes welled up almost instantly. Although they weren't on the best terms, she and Melissa were still family. Seeing Melissa in a coma, lying motionless and tired looking on the hospital bed took a toll on her, nonetheless.

Leila didn't buy the sudden sadness in Sheryl's eyes. "You need to cut the shit, Sheryl," she exclaimed. "We all know you pushed Aunt Melissa down the stairs. She wouldn't be in a coma if it weren't for you!" Leila moved towards Sheryl to make sure she was heard, loud and clear. "Get the hell out of here! You're not welcome." It took Leila all her self-control not to slap Sheryl at that moment. With Charles in the room, she wouldn't dare let him see her act in that way.

Across the room, Isla's eyes pierced Leila, signaling her to tone it down.

The aggression in the room shot up instantly. Sheryl grabbed Isla's arm in an attempt to calm her down, but everyone knew that no one could hold Isla back.

Isla snatched her arm from Sheryl's grip and walked intently towards Leila.

The last thing that Sheryl wanted was a cat fight in the hospital. She blocked Isla's way before she could instigate anything.

"Sher, move out of the way. I need to teach this bitch a lesson," Isla said. Her voice was deep and cold, barely holding back all of the things she wanted to do right there and then. Again, Isla walked towards Leila, blood rushing with anger.

Though it was nothing new, Leila did not want to get slapped. It had hurt enough the first time.

"Isla!" Charles interrupted, "This is too much." He grabbed Isla's hand in a firm and warm grip, hoping it would be enough to calm her down.

"Charles, are you fucking serious?" Isla looked at Charles in disbelief. Was he really protecting Leila after everything that happened?

On the other hand, Charles couldn't believe Isla's response. He turned her over to Sheryl, instead. "Sher, do you think Isla hitting Leila is a good idea right now?" he asked. "My damn mother is right here!"

"Isla, Charles is right," Sheryl interceded. "You need to stop this."

Frustrated and flustered, Isla ran her hand through her hair and decided to give up. At this point, she didn't want to stress Sheryl out even more.

"Charles, I didn't push Mom down the stairs," Sheryl said softly. "You believe me, right?" This was the last time Sheryl ever asked this question.

Making his way towards the bed, Charles glanced over at Sheryl but said nothing. She wondered if he heard her, or maybe, he just didn't have the answer she wanted to hear.

She couldn't help it. Sheryl burst into tears, burying her head in her hands.

Even if Charles may have not heard the question, there was one person who did. Leila. The question alone gave her a chilling sensation down her spine. 'What if Charles does believe her?' she thought.

But as Charles remained silent, Leila breathed a sigh of relief. She decided to answer Sheryl's question herself. "I mean, it's pretty obvious already. No one's buying your tears, Sheryl. Not even your husband,"

she said, lifting her hand to point at Charles. After observing them for a split second, Isla snapped at Leila, stepping between Sheryl and Leila.

A minute had passed, and Charles was still silent. This tortured Sheryl even more.

"Sher, don't waste your tears on these people," Isla said calmly. "Let's go." As much as Isla wanted to pick a fight with Charles and Leila, she cared more about Sheryl than anything else.