His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1382 The Self-injury Trick

As Leila carefully recalled what happened that night, she made sure that no one would be able to see

her break into Sheryl's room at midnight. She knew that Sheryl's room wasn't installed with security

cameras. No one saw her creep towards Sheryl; no one saw Leila pinch her. Sheryl was still blissfully

asleep, stuck in her coma.

Only Leila and God knew what she did here tonight.

'Whatever Charles might find out later, he would never think that I had something to do with it, '

Leila thought to herself calmly, her heart beginning to slow down.

Charles followed the nurses to where the hospital ward was. He was busy thinking about the process,

just as Leila had expected.

He suddenly recalled the doctor's words in front of the emergency room. 'Strangle Sheryl? I know

enough that there's someone out for Sheryl. But who is it?' Charles pondered worriedly, squinting his

eyes in exhaustion.

When he got to Sheryl's ward, he found a dark, purple bruise on her pale, slender neck. It stood

prominently against her skin, like a distracting stain on a beautiful white shirt.

He felt extremely sorry for Sheryl. His guilt had piled up on the edge of his throat. He wasn't able to

protect her when she needed him.

Charles gently touched Sheryl's neck, carefully grazing the bruise. Even if the doctor had told him that

Sheryl's condition had stabilized, he was still frightened for her.

If she didn't make it, nothing would be able to ease his pain, not even if he figured out who the

murderer was.

Sheryl was still asleep.

She lay motionlessly in the bed, except for the shallow rise and fall of her chest.

Nobody would have expected Sheryl to be awake this moment. From last night until earlier today, she

had stayed awake and kept her head as clear as she could.

Whether it was during the moment that Nancy found her, or whether they were on the way to the

hospital, she kept her head clear.

When she heard Nancy's desperate cries, she didn't make a sound. She no longer believed that they

could find Shirley, which was why she had to figure out a way to deal with Leila on her own.

She listened when Charles showed his worries for her, but it wasn't long before she realized that she

didn't care for him anymore.

Sheryl didn't know herself whether she should trust Charles entirely anyway, even if she loved him from

the bottom of her heart.

Maybe her disappointment grew stronger each time Charles didn't trust her. She began to lose

confidence in him, because she realized that she couldn't trust him, either. Shirley was her everything.

She would never compromise for anything if it came to her child.

Sheryl could easily remember what happened last night. She heard the door open, thinking that

Charles had returned. But then, she realized that it didn't sound like Charles' footsteps.

She squinted against the light leaking from the doorway, seeing a feminine figure. It was Leila. Sheryl

was shocked to see such a wretched woman; she never would have believed that Leila would have the

audacity to sneak into her bedroom. Sheryl knew that Leila kidnapped Shirley. But what was she here

for?

Sheryl could feel Leila slowly approaching her, and quickly shut her eyes, pretending to be asleep. It

was only a few seconds before she felt Leila strangle her with her hand.

That was when she realized Leila was going to kill her!

Sheryl was horrified at the sudden awareness, but she couldn't do anything. She had to pretend that

she was stuck in a coma. She decided to go along with Leila's trick, but she had to make sure that she

wouldn't lose her life from it. She still had to find Shirley. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

She knew she took a big risk. She bet that Leila wouldn't be able to kill her now, so at the very least,

she should be able to catch Leila in the act. She could use this for blackmail in the future.

Just as Sheryl expected, Leila couldn't kill her. She ran away in fright.

Sheryl tried to be as still as possible when Leila held onto her neck so tightly. It became difficult for her

not to move or make a single sound.

However, Sheryl had luck on her side. Leila ran away before she could hold it any longer.

Sheryl immediately took the chance to carry out her plan.

As soon as Leila ran out of her bedroom, Sheryl opened her eyes.

She stroked her neck, feeling a little itch and soreness. She had to keep her cool; there was still so

much more to do.

The next second, Sheryl got up and looked for her phone. Once she had it in her grasp, she opened

her contacts and dialed quickly.

Sheryl was lucky that the person she was calling was still awake at this time of night.

"Doctor, good evening,"

Sheryl greeted over the phone. She and the doctor were very old friends, but they rarely contacted

each other. Charles was oblivious to his existence.

They always kept in touch, however. They always called each other during the holidays or festivals.

"Sheryl. Is everything all right? Are you okay?"

the doctor asked almost immediately upon hearing Sheryl's crooked voice. He could tell from the sound

of her rasp and broken voice that something was off. He quickly got up and headed towards the

wardrobe, preparing to change into his work clothes.

Sheryl heard those sounds and explained quickly, "Relax. I'm okay. I'm sorry I called you too late. I just

want to ask you a favor."

The doctor slowed down, and continued to listen to what she had to say. They talked for a few hours

before they called it a night. They were going to start the plan the next day, with his full cooperation to

help Sheryl make it look like a self-injury.

Leila had taken her actions foolishly; it was the perfect time for Sheryl to set a trap for her. She had to

act well. Leila had to pay for what she had done, and this was the only way to know where Shirley was.