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
John smirked and teased her, “Clumsy, aren’t you?” Sherry did not utter a word. Scumbag! "Get your hands off me!” she snapped suddenly. John continued pressing the back of her head, completely unfazed by her outburst. “Were you hurt?" Sherry's felt her cheeks growing red hot. "No!" John smiled, “Alright then, good.” Sherry clenched her jaw and repeated sharply, "Let go!" Or else, she was going to beat him up! "Okay," John said as he pressed her toward him. Sherry felt her weight shifting forward, and in an instant, it seemed like she was zooming in on John’s eyes. She felt the softness of his lips pressing against hers. The warmth and tender texture of his lips sent a wave of electric shock through her. It took her a moment before she fully registered what was happening. Just as she was about to begin swinging her fists at John, he let go of her so that she could pull herself away. She immediately snapped backward like a spring. Her heart was poundin
Queenie smiled warmly, then she turned to Sherry. Sherry recognized Queenie at last and was astounded. “When did you get here?” Queenie beamed with joy. “Just this morning. I came here with my mother and Peter.” “Is Madam Stockton here too?" “Yeah, my mom is inside." As soon as she said that, Madam Stockton stepped out of the room and revealed herself. She was dressed rather plainly, her hair tied back in a common ponytail. She looked thinner and frailer than when Sherry last saw her. Her lips quivered. It looked like she wanted to say something to Sherry but did not know how to start or where to start. Sherry seemed visibly affected to see Madam Stockton here. When John was still in the intensive care unit, Peter had trouble reaching him at all, so he ended up contacting Jason. It was Sherry who then took the phone and told him about John taking a knife for her to protect her. Madam Stockton must have found out about everything that happened from Peter. She
Sherry quickly cleared things up. "No, I promised to forgive him and to make up with him in time.” “In that case, you should take this." Madam Stockton tried to shove the box into her hands. Sherry insisted on not taking it. “It’s just too sudden. We can talk about this later." Madam Stockton frowned sourly. She expressed with a sigh, “I understand that he hurt you gravely. I should not have forced you two to break up a decade ago. It must have left a bad taste in your mouth. If I were you, I would have a hard time forgiving him as well.” Her voice became choked up as she spoke. Sherry was silent. She winced. This was a tough situation for her. Although some emotions were welling inside her that she still could not look past, she was aware that she had promised John to repair their relationship. She could not go back on her word. She knew that it would not please Madam Stockton if she continued to refuse the family heirloom. "It was all my fault. I've made thing
Sherry felt a surge of joy gurgling within her, and she smiled. "Sherry." She heard Queenie's voice calling out her name from behind. She was slightly startled and quickly turned around. “What is it?” Queenie seemed to be second-guessing herself. “Um… I wanted to talk to you for a second.” She looked like a child who had done something wrong and was afraid of being told off. This caught Sherry’s attention. “Go ahead.” "Can we step outside real quick?” Queenie tugged at Sherry's sleeve. Sherry made a look, then she glanced at John. John smiled and spoke softly, "Go ahead, please ask Peter to come inside for me.” Sherry and Queenie stepped out into the corridor. After ensuring that there was no one in earshot, Sherry gave the go-ahead. “Go on, tell me what’s on your mind.” Queenie hung her head low. “I wanted to apologize.” Sherry was taken aback. "What are you apologizing for?" “For slapping you back there, I was very nasty toward you." Her voice tr
Lisa traced a motherly smile on her lips and greeted Caprice lovingly, “Hey!” She made to approach Caprice after greeting her but quickly halted when she noticed Madam Stockton sitting next to Caprice. Sherry aptly rose from her seat and approached them. She went up to Lisa and made the introductions. "Aunt Lisa, this is John's mother, and that’s John's sister, Queenie." Then, she turned to Madam Stockton and Queenie. "Madam Stockton, Queenie, Aunt Lisa is the chairman of Sager Corporation and also Carl's mother." Both Madam Stockton and Queenie rose and greeted her politely. "So, you are the infamous Madam Sager, it’s good to see you.” Madam Stockton held her manners about her. Lisa responded kindly, “Good to see you as well, Madam Stockton." Queenie greeted her politely as well, “Hello, Madam Sager.” Lisa was very courteous. “Hello there, Queenie.” “Please, sit down.” Madam Stockton motioned. Lisa nodded and approached Caprice. As soon as she drew