Sherry’s car was parked in the open parking lot outside the building. When she arrived at the parking lot but before she could reach her car, she heard several women squealing excitedly. “My gosh! He’s so handsome! He looks much better in person!” “He’s so charming. No wonder he’s the richest man in Glenchester.” “I’m so jealous of Ms. Fowler.” Sherry was speechless when she heard the gossip. The women were employees of the company. They were fangirling over a man with a bouquet of roses by Sherry’s car—John. The white shirt and slim-fit pants set off his slender physique. His golden-framed glasses hung over his tall nose, complementing his charming and enchanting eyes. He must have stood there for some time now. When Sherry spotted him, he spotted her too, and he smiled at her. The evening breeze fluttered his front hair, further revealing his handsome face. The smile on his face could steal hearts from any woman. The infatuated women squealed even louder. Sherry
Sherry tried to help him up, but he lost all his strength to the stab. His weight and physique overpowered her, dragging her down to the ground despite mustering all her strength to hold him up. The stench of blood entered her nose. She tapped on his shoulder to nudge him, but as soon as she lifted her hand, her palm was blood-stained. His back was drenched in his own blood. Her hand shook. Sherry looked at John. His face was bleached white and his half-closed eyes were glued to her. Sherry’s lips trembled out of fear. “John? John?! JOHN!? Hang in there!” She pulled her phone out to call the ambulance. Ada, who was kicked to the ground by Carl, was apprehended by the security guards. Carl swiftly made a call and ran over to Sherry. He looked at Sherry and her blood-stained hand. “Sis, don’t worry, I’ve called an ambulance. Help is arriving.” Sherry then looked at John. “Did you hear that? Help is coming! Hold on! Hang in there!” John’s lips moved, seemingly spelling t
In the corridor outside the emergency room, Sherry squatted down with her blood-stained hands over her head. It had been two hours, yet the door remained closed and the sign remained lit. Sherry saw several medical staff running in and out of the emergency room, but there were no signs of the surgery being over. She had been squatting down for so long that she could not feel her legs anymore. Her body felt cold and stiff. For some reason, her mind kept replaying some old memories while she waited for the surgery to be over. When they were together ten years ago, he had been the Stocktons’ eldest son, a handsome young man with a bright future. He was the ideal husband of many socialites and young ladies in Glenchester, but he had fallen for her out of all the other women. At the start of their relationship, her then-fiance, Mason, was taken away by Shannon, hence she cut all ties with her family, the Fowlers. She relied on her own hands to make a living. He knew she was a wo
John had to stay for another day for observation purposes. If he could make it through, he could be discharged. Sherry stayed by his side for the entire night. Lisa and Carl stayed back to accompany Sherry, but she told them to go back to take a rest. They refused though. It was until Lisa received a call about an urgent matter back at the Sagers’ house, only then she left while Carl stayed back. It was a quiet night in the corridor outside the ICU. Carl stood beside Sherry and looked at her silently. A while after Lisa left, Sherry looked at him. She said in a disheartened voice, “I’m fine. You should go back and take a rest.” Carl’s eyes flickered. “I’m responsible for what happened to Master Stockton as well. I failed to contain Ada, that was how she was able to hurt him. I should be the one who stays.” His words made sense, which silenced Sherry. Carl continued, “Sis, why don’t you go back and take a rest?” “I’m not tired.” Caprice was already sleeping and was
“Huh?” Sherry thought she heard John replying. She wanted to pull her hands back to wipe her tears but one of her hands was caught. She wiped her tears with one hand swiftly and then saw John looking at her gently. He looked weak and pale, but he was awake! Sherry’s eyes gleamed as she was surprised. As though he was afraid that she would not keep the promise, he held her hand tightly. He smiled and said, “I heard what you said just now. I know you will keep your promise, am I right?” Sherry’s eyes flickered several times. Seeing his eyes open and him talking to her made Sherry no longer feel less pain. “I said it because I wanted you to wake up,” she said. John’s expression changed. His brows furrowed and he looked like he was in pain. He lost his grip over her hand. Surprised, Sherry immediately asked, “What’s wrong? Is your chest hurting?” “My heart…It hurts…” he said feebly before his eyes closed once more. Sherry got anxious. Was it because of what she sa
Carl came back with breakfast and was standing outside the glass window. He looked disheartened when he saw the scene inside the ICU. He put the breakfast on the bench that Sherry sat on earlier and left quietly. …Sherry stayed by John’s side for a while before her stomach started to growl. John released her hand and told her to get something to eat. Sherry walked out of the ICU. The corridor was quiet. Sherry took off her visiting gown when she came out. She went on her phone to order some food, but then she noticed the breakfast on the bench. Surprised, she looked at Jason who was on guard further away. “Jason, who bought this?” “Young Master Carl.” “Where is he?” “He left.” Sherry was silent for a moment. She then asked, “Have you eaten?” “I have, Madam.” The nurse in charge of checking up on John just wanted to ask her colleague to bring her breakfast and Sherry was aware of it. She gave the nurse the extra breakfast meal and took the other one herself.
"Daddy, what happened to you?” Caprice asked frightfully while slowly tearing up. It hurt Sherry to see her like this. John raised his hand and gently stroked Caprice’s head, "Daddy will be fine." Caprice whimpered, "Daddy, your voice is hoarse." “It’s what happens when you get sick. Daddy will be fine after a few days of rest.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” Caprice pursed her lips and tried to crawl onto the bed. She had trouble climbing up due to her height. All she could manage was to awkwardly prop one of her feet onto the bed, but she did not have the strength to pull her weight onto the bed. She groaned and tried to muster her strength to fling herself onto the bed. Sherry chuckled and stepped forward to help her onto the bed. After Caprice managed to get onto the bed, she crawled over to John and hugged him tightly. She began to blow large puffs of air on his face. She must have learned this from one of those cartoons she liked to watch. “If I keep doin
Sherry gave her word. “Alright, Mommy promises to never say something like that ever again.” Caprice smiled and seemed content at last. Sherry kissed her on the cheek. Caprice returned the same favor, and they made up. Sherry smiled and carried her onto the bed. John was looking at Sherry with a smile forming in the corner of his eyes. He seemed to find the situation of a mother getting lectured by her daughter very humorous. Sherry shot a look at him. He traced a smile and told her tenderly, "I'll keep Caprice company for a bit. Why don’t you get some rest?” There was a large recliner next to the couch with blankets and pillows laid on top of it. It was ideal for her to catch up on some rest. Sherry was certainly getting tired. She doubted she needed to worry about Caprice since she was with her father. She nodded and went to the reclining chair without protest. She swiftly took off her coat and shoes, then she reclined into the chair and threw the blanke