Chapter 57 Sow Discord

Steve led Sherry for a walk. After walking for a while, they eventually reached the garden. The air outside was cool and crisp, a stark contrast against what was inside the hospital. Sherry would not let this chance go to waste. She took in several deep breaths, savoring the fresh outdoor air.

"Here," Steve finally said. "I brought you something." He handed her the bag as he took a seat on the bench.

"Oh," Sherry whispered. "You didn't have to. What's in it?" Sherry smiled embarrassedly.

"The thing I gave you last time was a reward." Steve diverted his eyes to the ground. "This is an apology," he said firmly as he waited for Sherry to open it.

She took a peek and saw a dainty little box sitting at the bottom of the bag. She didn't bother finding out what was inside.

By the looks of it, whatever was inside the tiny box was expensive. She did not dare open it and immediately handed the package back to him. "Mr. Song, I really can't accept this," Sherry replied politely.

"How can you refuse such a gift when you haven't even seen what's inside?" Steve responded with a hint of annoyance in his voice. A frown started to form on his face.

"I really can't accept this gift." Sherry straightened herself up and faced Steve. Her eyes met his. "You can't give me an apology gift when you haven't done anything wrong. You have nothing to ask forgiveness for," she added. "So, please take it back." Her voice was stern. Steve didn't respond. Sherry placed the bag on the space between them. She knew he would not budge one bit.

"Sherry," Steve finally said. "I bought you this gift. I've told you before, haven't I? I don't take something back once it's given away." His voice grew colder every word he uttered. "If you really don't want it, throw it away, for all I care but don't you dare give it back to me," Steve spat, his head lowered.

Sherry was at loss for words. Her mind was racing, thinking of what the next course of action she should take. She bit her lip as she figured out what to say next. "If you keep insisting then I'll just donate it," she finally replied. "Mr. Song, this is not a good look on you. You can't keep on doing things like this."

"I don't see the issue here. It's my own money that I used when I bought that present. It's up to me who I want to give gifts to," Steve responded in annoyance. "Throw it out, donate it, I don't care. It's yours now. Whatever you do to this thing is none of my business."

Sherry was yet again left speechless by Steve's words. He finally lifted his gaze off the ground and onto her eyes. No matter how much she tried to look away, his eyes seemed to drag hers back.

That was the thing with Steve: no one can resist his eyes.

Sherry let him have the final say in the argument and silently accepted the present.

Ever since Sherry agreed to accept the first gift, Steve would come to the hospital almost every day. Every time he came, he brought a small present for her, and she refused every time. He would just tell her to donate it or throw it away.

Steve then began bringing gifts that could not be donated which flustered Sherry even more. Despite the awkwardness, she still couldn't bring herself to throw away his gifts. She didn't want any of it to go to waste.

She immediately put away every gift he had ever brought without ever checking what was inside. Only when Steve left she would go through them and call charities that would be willing to receive any of the stuff she had in her cabinet.

Steve's regular visits made Sherry's head spin.

During another visit from him, he was peeling an apple for her as she lay on her hospital bed. She was watching him gently remove the apple core when she suddenly felt woozy.

She would normally meet Steve outside but she was feeling out of sorts that day. She didn't

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

collect his thoughts. Finally, he stood up and left work.

Steve had been long gone when he arrived at the hospital. Sherry was having dinner.

She paused to look at who was coming. To her surprise, it was Jeremy. His face was rock hard and filled with hatred.

"Where's the key?" He walked up to Sherry. He was almost yelling at her.

Sherry looked back to her food and started playing with it. She had no appetite these days, so she did not have the energy to speak.

Jessie lay on the bed beside Sherry's. She kept silent while she watched all the fun that was about to happen in front of her. 'This will be interesting,' she thought as his lips form a smirk.

"I'll ask you for the last time," Jeremy said. His patience was wearing thin. "Where's the key to the cabinet?" He tried to sound calm and composed but his animosity leaked with every word he spoke.

Sherry was confused. Why would he want the key to the cabinet? 'Does he know about the gifts inside?' she asked herself.

She stayed silent and Jeremy finally burst. He took the plate off Sherry's table and threw it to the floor. Everything fell.

The food splattered on the floor.

Sherry was dumbfounded by Jeremy's actions. "What is wrong with you?" She mustered all her energy to finally speak up.

She was scared of him, most especially of the look on his eyes. It looked like he really wanted to hurt her.

Even Jessie, who was just watching from her bed, was frightened by what just happened.

Jeremy was always daunting in his bouts of anger.

He walked over to Sherry's drawer and took out the key.

"Jeremy!" she called. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Sherry wanted her words to sound firmer but failed.

He didn't pay her any attention and headed to the cabinet. He opened it so forcefully the doors almost fell out.

The pile of gifts greeted him. He knew they would be there but he didn't expect this many.

Sherry got off her bed to stop him, but her sudden movements made her dizzy.

She stopped to steady herself, but before she could even stand straight, Jeremy had grabbed her by the wrist.

He pulled her chin up to level their faces. A venomous smile was plastered on his face. He then dragged her in front of the cabinet.

"So, Sherry." He paused to shift his eyes to the presents. "Do you mind telling me where these came from?" Jeremy finally let go of her wrist. His movements were so forceful that Sherry lost her balance. She tried to compose herself, but she was already falling, ultimately bumping into the cabinet.