Chapter 2027 Everything Was Back To Normal

Isla was shaking in anger. She didn't care who Melissa was. "Why the hell are you doing this to Sheryl? Why can't you let her live in peace?"

"Sorry! I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to do it on purpose." Melissa's voice cracked and fresh tears were streaming down her face.

Sheryl was completely shattered. She didn't know what to do. Her heart was heaving with sorrow. What could she do now?

Isla turned to look at Sheryl.

Sheryl had frozen on the spot—her eyes fixed on the ground. She was in shock. Isla couldn't bear to see her best friend like this. She didn't know how to comfort her. Sheryl hadn't said a word, and her face had gone pale. Isla squatted down and touched her shoulder gently. "Don't worry, Sheryl. I've called the police."

Sheryl turned her head and looked at Isla. She blinked her eyes a couple of times and slowly nodded her head. Sheryl's lost expression bothered Isla even more, and she wished for her friend to cry her heart out. At least, that would reduce her pain to an extent.

Even Shirley felt that something was wrong with her mother. She walked to Sheryl and pulled her hands gently, and asked nervously, "Mom, what happened?"

"Sorry, Shirley. Mom lost Clark. I'm sorry, it's my fault–it's my fault–" she cried out. Shirley's voice had hit her like a wave, and all her emotions bubbled up in an instant.

Isla was completely helpless. She didn't know what to do or say. She knew that nothing would make her feel better.

Melissa couldn't face Sheryl, for the guilt was consuming her. She shook her head vigorously. "No! It's my fault. Clark's gone missing because of me."

"We all know that. Stop seeking sympathy," Isla said coldly.

Melissa didn't blame Isla for being hurtful. She felt that she deserved all of Isla's hatred because it was her fault. She couldn't find her grandson.

Sheryl pulled Shirley into her arms and began to weep. She was helpless. Although she'd been through a lot in the past, this was a huge blow to her. How would she find her son again? Would she find him at all?

Isla looked at the two of them nerv

owing. His face reddened with guilt.

"Sorry, Mom. We made a mistake. Please forgive us." Finally, the tears that were brimming in his eyes began to flow.

Sheryl felt ashamed, and she felt that she was the villain–the one who had kept her kids away from their father. She felt that it was because of her that the kids had to desperately plot a plan, risking their own lives, to see their father.

She squatted down and pulled her children into her arms. Having her kids wrapped in her arms made all her anger, disappointment, and worries vanish in an instant.

Watching her kids cry made her ache, and she cried along with them. Isla felt bad for Sheryl and the kids. She felt that she needed to cheer them up. "Joan, I'd better go upstairs and see what they are up to."

Isla rushed to their room.

Her heart melted in a puddle when she saw them.

All three were wrapped in a protective embrace as if nothing in the world could come in between them.

Isla sat down and patted Sheryl's shoulder. "It's okay. Stop crying, it makes me want to cry too," she said, wiping away a beady tear.

Sheryl sniffed as she turned towards Isla. She was grateful to have an incredible friend like her. "Thank you."

"Ah, don't be formal. Is everything ok?" Isla wondered why Sheryl wasn't mad at her children despite the ruckus they'd created. She had to make sure that everything was good.