The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 1893

Clark held the phone close to his ear, keenly waiting to hear his father's voice. But all he could hear at the moment was a series of dull beeps. Knowing Charles hadn't picked up the phone, Sheryl felt upset too. She marked the heartbroken look on her son's face. Heaving a deep sigh, she approached Clark and caressed his little head before taking the phone back. Not wanting her son to know the truth, she came up with a story. So she asked, "Is your dad not answering your call?"

Nodding his little head without saying a word, Clark raised his head. As he looked up, Sheryl noticed the tears welling up in his eyes. Clark was deeply upset. He sobbed and asked, "Dad doesn't love me and Shirley anymore, right? Or else, he would have answered my call."

Both mother and son were in the same state of mind at that moment. His words pulled at Sheryl's heartstrings, making her all the more upset. For a moment, Sheryl choked and didn't know how to reply. Quickly, she pulled herself together and comforted Clark, saying, "Don't worry. Your dad is just too busy. He will soon return your call. Don't think too much! How about this? You go to wash your hands right now, and then come back and enjoy the sweets with your sister?"

"But, Mom, I don't think so! I am sure Dad didn't want to speak with me, so he didn't pick up the phone!" Clark insisted. Being an extremely sensitive and intelligent boy, he could sense that something was not right, and Sheryl must have hidden something from him and his sister.

Sheryl felt awkward at times because of Clark's sensitivity. Sometimes, she just prayed that her son could have a normal brain, just like other kids of his age.

"Now, where did that come from? Don't you trust your mother? Okay, make another call after you finish eating the cake, all right?" Sheryl tried to divert Clark's attention.

Clark fell into silence for a while. Then he relaxed his frown and nodded his head.

After eating the cake, Sheryl began to clean the table. But Clark hadn't forgotten to call his Dad. He immediately reached out for the phone and dialed Charles' number again.

When Sheryl noticed what Clark was doing, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, thinking, 'This kid is so stubborn! God knows who he has inherited this character trait from, me or Charles?'

Clark dialed his father's number again, eagerly waiting for a reply.

Sheryl stopped her cleaning act and watched her son. Each beep from the other side of the line tugged at her heartstrings. She was not sure whether Charles would answer the phone. She panicked at the thought of her son's call being rejected again.

Within less than half a minute, Sheryl found Clark in a dejected state of mind again. He lowered the phone from his ear and shook his head in disappointment.

"Mom, Dad's phone can't be reached. This time, it says the number I am dialing is out of service. I know, Dad doesn't want to talk to me anymore!" The gloominess in Clark's eyes was too heartbreaking for Sheryl to just stand and watch.

Sheryl felt a wave of anger rising in her chest. She had never expected Charles to be so ruthless that he would turn down his son's call. It made her choke. After a while, she cleared her throat, struggling to get her voice back. Once again, she concocted a story to comfort Clark. "Oh, my little Clark. Don't think that way. Maybe there is something genuinely wrong with his phone! Maybe it ran out of power. I am sure he will answer your call soon after he has charged his device."

"Mom, stop lying to me. I know everything. Dad must have decided to abandon us. He doesn't love me and Shirley anymore!" Clark spoke to the point with his voice raised. After blurting out those words, he got emotional and started to sob.

"Clark, trust me. That is not the case! It's not what you think!" Sheryl tried to dispel Clark's suspicion and made the story more believable. But before she could explain any further, Clark suddenly turned and rushed toward the stairs.

He didn't give Sheryl a chance to explain anymore.

Sheryl took a few steps to follow Clark, but then she gave up. Stopping halfway up the staircase, she watched Clark as he entered his room and closed the door. She didn't call out to him or make him stop. She just stared at him, and her eyes were brimming with sorrow.

'Charles, you are the worst man in the world! What are you trying to do? Why don't you answer your son's call?' Sheryl cursed Charles in her heart.

After staring blankly at the door of Clark's room, Sheryl went back to the place where Clark had left her phone. Thinking for a while, she bit her lips and dialed Charles' number, only to find his phone to be out of service.

Despite hearing the voice message, she held the phone to her ear till the line got disconnected on its own.

'Damn it'

Sheryl couldn't help but grow more and more furious. Overcome by the rising anger, she kept dialing Charles' number, again and again.

However, as many times as she dialed his number, she kept failing to get through to Charles.

Ultimately, Sheryl ran out of patience and threw the phone down on the ground, causing a thudding noise.

Luckily, the sofa got in the way of her aim, and the phone bounced once before hitting the floor. Therefore, the phone was not damaged and still worked well.

Waiting outside the operation room, Black was absorbed in his own anxiousness. Turned out, he was the one who was more concerned about Holley's life than Holley herself.

Black's heart had not ceased racing at a fast tempo since Holley got injured.

Every passing moment outside the operation room was a struggle for him. There was nothing he could do except wait to know about Holley's condition. He had no clue about when the operation would come to an end. The longer he waited, the more panic-stricken he became. The thought that he would never be able to see Holley alive again nearly drove Black crazy.

The only thing that flashed through his mind was how Holley had rushed in front of him and took the deadly blow herself. The guilt surged in his heart, and he rebuked himself for being so careless.