The Apple of My Eye

Vicky had never expected that Rob would do such a thing. Although she tried putting her mind into it, she couldn't think of any way to lure him out.

Rob had cut off all connections with her, so she had no idea how to get a hold of him now. How could she find him?

Moreover, she had been trying so hard to run away from him. Reaching out to find him now would also mean risking her own life. Vicky raised her head as she tried to think further, and then a painting on the wall caught her attention. It showed a little boy playing on the sand, a red flag in his hand. Charles and Sheryl's son. He must be the same age. At this stage, she didn't even care about his whereabouts nor his safety.

A myriad of thoughts crowded into Vicky's mind at that moment, and she validated each of them. In the end, without saying a word, she made a decision that was most beneficial to her.

Sheryl was watching her all this time. She could tell from the look on Vicky's face that she didn't want to help. Vicky had always been selfish. How could she even think about others when she had no sympathy for them at all?

Smiling bitterly, Sheryl knew it was time to use her last card. Left with no other choice, it was her last resort.

"Charles has already woken up," Sheryl started. Staring at Vicky, she noticed the shock in her face though she tried to look calm. "He told me everything, including your failed attempt to drug him. In fact, he has already collected all the evidence about your collusion with Rob. The reason why he hasn't told the police yet is that he wanted to see if you have any repentance, Rachel," Sheryl said, stressing on her name. "No, your name is Vicky now, right? You are a smart girl, and you have gone through so much. Now that you have changed your identity, you can live a new life. You should understand that life is more important than anything else. And that's what we are offering you."

Sheryl's words made Vicky's heart sink. She could feel Sheryl's eyes on her, watching her expression the entire time.

What she had worried about the most had finally happened. Charles was awake. He knew everything, but he had decided not to expose it, at least not as of yet. He had been waiting for this moment to come, so he could threaten her.

Now that they couldn't find Rob, nor could they charge Ferry, they came to her.

The news of her being alive here would make headlines. Everyone could come and trouble her, including all her enemies.

A hint of sorrow reflected on Vicky's face. It seemed that no matter who she was, Rachel or Vicky, everything in her life was just out of her control.

Sheryl felt bad when she saw Vicky's reaction. Although she had always hated this woman, she had never thought of putting her to death. Sheryl still believed that she could be saved.

"Vicky, cooperate with us. I can assure you that you will be fine," Sheryl said, her words filled with assurance.

Vicky slowly raised her head and looked at Sheryl. There was a touch of firmness in her eyes. Clearly, she had decided. Although her face was pale, she looked especially pretty.

"I only want Ferry's life!"

"Okay, I can guarantee that, as you wish." Sheryl nodded, and her lips curved in a sweet smile.

Vicky looked at the woman in front of her. Sheryl was not as beautiful as her. Without a doubt, she might not even be better than her in many aspects. But she was the only woman who had captured Charles's heart! She found it odd that this woman got so lucky.

Vicky couldn't help but wonder what it was that Charles found so attractive about her. 'What is so good about this woman?' Vicky thought.

"Sheryl, what is so good about you?" Vicky finally asked the question out loud. It had been haunting her the whole time, and she couldn't find her answer.

Sheryl didn't get it at first. She just stared back at Vicky. When she finally realized what Vicky meant, she shook her head and answered with a smile, "You've been wrong from the very beginning. Charles loves me not because I'm better than you, or because you're worse than me. He loves me because I never lie to him. I treat him sincerely, and I hope that he will treat me sincerely too. That might be the difference between us."

"I see!" With a bitter smile, Vicky nodded and commented, "You know what, I don't hate you at all now, Sheryl."

"I've never hated you," Sheryl replied calmly.

"Thank you for telling me this. Now that I've spoken it out, I feel completely relieved. I have made lots of mistakes in the past. I fell in love with the wrong person, put my trust in the wrong set of people. But there's only one person I feel really guilty about," Vicky's face darkened as she went on.

Sheryl certainly knew who Vicky was talking about. But times had changed, and people had to leave their past behind. No matter how painful and unforgettable those memories were, they would stay as memories. People should learn from them and move on with their life.

"Let bygones be bygones. Think about your future. You have a full life ahead of you. I believe that everything will be better this time around."

"Thank you," Vicky said in a sincere and grateful tone.

Seeing that Vicky's expression softened, Sheryl decided to slowly get down to business, "So, Vicky, can we talk about the plan going forward now?"

"Yes," Vicky answered gently, all ears to what Sheryl had to say.

"Okay, then you can do this..." Sheryl moved closer to Vicky and started telling her about the plan she and Charles had agreed on.

A few minutes later, Vicky's expression changed. Sheryl had just finished talking, and she was still trying to digest everything that she had said. She hadn't expected Sheryl and Charles to be so thoughtful and careful. She found it truly impressive. The plan was almost perfect. If she hadn't known it in advance, she would have fallen into their trap.

By now, she completely believed that Sheryl and Charles had the ability to pull this through. They could absolutely put Ferry to death.

"Don't worry. I will find your son," Vicky firmly told Sheryl.

Beaming a big smile, Sheryl nodded and replied, "That's also the result I am expecting. From this day on, rest assured that we will do everything that we can in order to protect you." "Okay, thank you."

"Would you like to see me off?" Sheryl stood up, waiting for Vicky's response.

"Of course, I will," Vicky answered automatically.

Stella was still in the kitchen when she heard a noise coming from the top of the staircase. Walking out of the kitchen, she saw Sheryl coming downstairs angrily.

"Ms. Xia, you..." Stella asked as she rushed to meet Sheryl. Seeing Sheryl's angry face, she immediately concluded that she must have had a fight with Vicky.

Sheryl yelled at Stella, "How dare she! Stella, get someone to pack this woman's luggage immediately, and kick her out tonight!"

Seeing Sheryl was in a bad mood, Stella was glad. She was fed up with what Vicky had done to her these days. Feeling sick of Vicky, she agreed that she deserved to be thrown out. "Sure, I'll pack her luggage myself and make sure she leaves as soon as possible."

Sheryl angrily went to the door and felt the room was stuffy. Widely leaving the door open, she stood by it and scolded, "What is this all about? She lives inside my house and eats my food. How dare she disrespect me? I've tried to put up with her before, but my patience had its limits. Does she really think I'm a push-over?"

While Sheryl was scolding at Vicky, Stella had already gone upstairs to pack Vicky's luggage. She found Vicky standing by the door of her room. She lashed out at Stella and pushed her when she tried to

enter.

"How dare you bully me? You useless servant! How dare you touch my luggage without my permission! I'm telling you, once Charles wakes up, he will..." Vicky started shouting, raising her voice loud enough so Sheryl could hear it from downstairs.

Sheryl got even angrier. Yelling back, she ordered, "Stella, go ahead. Don't listen to her. If she doesn't leave, just throw her stuff out!"

Hearing Sheryl's order, Stella looked at Vicky with a sly pleasure and sneered, "See? It's Ms. Xia's order. You'd better leave now while you can still save your face."

Stella's words seemed to fuel Vicky's anger even more. Her face turned black, and she pointed at Stella, her fingers trembling. "You...you ass in a lion's skin! Who do you think you are?"