His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1247 Hurry Up

'Anyway, I've always known that Melissa will never acknowledge me. It's not that bad. If I accept that, I

won't need to rack my brains to try and please her, ' Sheryl thought.

Without another word, she followed Nancy into the kitchen. While the latter made tea, she stole several

glances at Sheryl. Every time she tried to speak, something stopped her.

Preoccupied with her own thoughts, she initially didn't notice Nancy's anxious expression. When she

snapped out of her trance and detected the hesitant look on Nancy's face, Sheryl asked in confusion,

"Do you have something to tell me, Nancy?"

Going on alert, Nancy looked up to check the kitchen door, making sure they weren't heard. With a

tense look on her face, she leaned in closer to Sheryl and lowered her voice saying, "After you left this

morning, I overheard Mrs. Lu…"

Briefly, she filled in Sheryl on what happened. Out of good will, she reminded Sheryl, "I could tell Mrs.

Lu doesn't take a liking to you. She might give you a harder time later. You must be careful."

The other merely nodded in reply. Having lived under the same roof with Melissa for a while, she

learned a thing or two about her.

'Melissa is an arrogant, stubborn, pretentious woman, and she loves being flattered. That's why she

gets along with Leila so well. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Her biggest problem is her sharp tongue and quick temper—she couldn't tolerate losing an argument.

Perhaps she got angry about what I said to her last night. She didn't know how to vent her anger, so as

a result, she just blurted all her complaints out when she was alone, ' she analyzed.

In spite of that, Sheryl didn't believe that Melissa was as vengeful as Nancy described her to be. 'No

matter how much she hates me, she is unlikely to really hurt me or get me into trouble, at least for the

sake of Charles and her grandchildren, ' she continued to muse.

Stroking the back of Nancy's hand, Sheryl tried to say something to set the other's mind at ease when

Melissa's yelling suddenly reached their ears. "Where is our tea? We've been waiting for so long. Did

you forget my order?"

Immediately, Sheryl called back, "Please wait a minute."

To satisfy the other two women, Nancy prepared the tea and put the cups and teapot on a tray, ready to

be served.

In the living room, Melissa nodded at Leila while the latter gave her a subtle smile.

Behind Leila's back, her hand was balled up into a clenched fist. A hint of anxiety flashed in her eyes.

'Will this plan really work? I'm not so sure…' she thought and fidgeted in her seat.

In a second, Nancy emerged into the living room with two cups of tea and Sheryl followed behind her.

Serving Melissa and her guest, Nancy poured the tea into two exquisite teacups before taking several

steps backward. "Mrs. Lu, Miss Zhang, please enjoy your tea."

Knowing that Nancy would otherwise stay and take care of things, Sheryl gave her a nod, signaling that

she could leave.

In this situation, Sheryl didn't want to give Melissa any chance to scold Nancy so unreasonably again.

Lately, when Charles' mother was in a bad mood, the maid was always on the receiving end of her fits.

Understanding what Sheryl meant, Nancy left the living room.

Lifting her eyes slightly, Melissa secretly cast a glance at Sheryl. The next second, she reached out

and rubbed her temples, grimacing in pain.

At the sight, Leila instantly got up and rushed to take a seat next to the woman. Worriedly, she said,

"Aunt Melissa, you don't look so good. Are you all right?"

Upon hearing this, Sheryl noticed that Melissa didn't look well. 'She was good and energetic when I

went to the kitchen. Why does she look sick all of a sudden?' she wondered in confusion.

With a frown, she inquired, "Mom, did you get a headache?"

In a weak voice, Melissa answered, "Yes..." Rolling her eyes to look at Sheryl, she continued,

"Somehow my head is killing me. Since Nancy isn't around, you go upstairs and get my medicine."

"But…" Sheryl hesitated. Melissa's words of forbidding her to enter her bedroom rang clear in Sheryl's

head.

"Aunt Melissa, how about I go and get it for you? Please tell me where I can find it," Leila instantly

offered.

Her eyes widening, she stared at Sheryl in fury and cursed, "You can't even bother to do me a small

favor like this, huh? Even if I die here, you'll just think it's none of your business, right?"

'She's being so unreasonable again. I said nothing, but she just likes to think of me as an evil woman, '

she sighed inwardly.

"Please tell me where you placed the medicine. I'm on it," Sheryl calmly answered. Since Melissa had a

bad headache, Sheryl didn't want to argue with her.

The response was satisfying enough and Melissa weakly replied, "It's a white drug bottle. It's in the first

drawer of the bedside table in my room."

After a pause, she sternly added, "Don't touch my other stuff."

'You're thinking too much!' Sheryl snapped back in her head. With that, Sheryl turned around and

headed upstairs.

When Sheryl was out of sight, Melissa glanced around carefully to make sure she didn't catch any sight

of Nancy. She grabbed Leila's hand and pulled her to the table.

"Hurry up! No one is around.

I'll keep an eye out," Melissa instructed.

With her shaking hand, Leila pulled a small drug bottle out of her handbag. A surge of trepidation took

over her as she thought of taking the pills in her hand. Leila stared at the bottle with a stunned

expression.

"What are you doing, Leila? Pour the powder into the tea. Hurry! We're out of time!"

Melissa lowered her voice as she urged.

Looking up at Melissa, Leila worriedly said, "Aunt Melissa, I'll lose consciousness after taking these

pills. Please send me to the hospital in time…

or my life will be in danger."

Thinking about how to set Sheryl up, Melissa paid no mind to what Leila said. Waving off the comment,

Melissa responded, "Don't worry about that. Be quick! She'll be back soon. It'll be difficult to carry out

our plan when she does."

To dispel all her misgivings, Leila gritted her teeth and poured the powder into her cup, stirring it well.

Mesmerized, she watched as the white power completely dissolved in the green tea. As she picked up

the cup to drink it, Melissa stopped her.

"Wait. Drink it when Sheryl comes downstairs," Melissa said.

Fixing her eyes on the tea, Leila swallowed nervously and nodded in agreement.

Because of Melissa's warning, it was the first time that Sheryl had entered her bedroom. Never would

she have expected herself to be standing inside.

Since Melissa moved in, her room had been refurbished. As she surveyed the interior design, she

noted that it was indeed, luxurious, going rather well with Melissa's usual style.

Without lingering inside, Sheryl went straight to the night table and opened the first drawer just as she

was instructed to. Inside, the white drug bottle came into view.

'I guess this is what she needs, ' she thought. Picking the bottle up, she walked out of the bedroom.

When she reached the first floor, she saw Melissa and Leila happily chatting away—the old lady didn't

look as sick as she did a few minutes ago. As skeptical as Sheryl was, she had no intention of voicing

her doubts—she didn't want to get into trouble with those two.

"Mom, here it is."

Promptly, she handed the bottle to her.

Though Melissa snatched the bottle from Sheryl's hand, she didn't take the medicine. Instead, she

rubbed her temples and smiled at Leila as she said, "I don't know what's going on. After I talked to you,

my pain is almost all gone. It's unbelievable."

With a smile, Leila responded, "Aunt Melissa, I think you had a headache because you haven't slept

well. There's no need to take medicine, now. You just need more rest. Taking too many pills can be

harmful to your health."