Sheryl was so caught up in her memories that it completely slipped her mind, not to mention Charles. "One day, I fell beside the river. My pants were so soaked. I was so ashamed that I started crying, then Charles took his coat off and covered my pants. That day, I went home with his coat. You don't know how..."
As Sheryl spoke, she glanced at Damian. She didn't realize that she was telling him a story about Charles.
Her voice then trailed off. She finally realized her mistake. Did she really mention Charles?
Really?
She wasn't even sure, so she just stopped.
Damian felt a little upset. He had heard Sheryl's story, and she was suddenly looking so upset. He'd thought Sheryl had already moved on and that mentioning Charles wouldn't affect her anymore. However, that didn't seem to be the case. She obviously still had feelings for Charles.
This was how he realized that Sheryl wasn't ever going to forget about Charles. She wasn't going to give up on him. She loved Charles and only Charles.
"You must have been made fun of!" Damian continued, hoping to break the awkward silence.
When Sheryl spoke, her voice wasn't as cheerful anymore. "Yeah, they made fun of me then."
"What happened then?" Damian urged.
"What happened then? Well, nothing."
"Oh, okay, they just laughed at you. I thought something else was going to happen," Damian said with a playful smile.
Sheryl finally raised her head. It seemed that her story wasn't as interesting as she had thought it was.
"I have a story that's more interesting than yours. I bet you're going to laugh when you hear it," Damian added.
Sheryl didn't say anything. She just looked at Damian quietly.
"When I was five years old, I was playing in an amusement park, and I needed to go to the bathroom. But I didn't want to, so I just peed in a bottle," Damian said.
Sheryl then asked from curiosity, "What happened then?"
"My parents didn't notice, so I was very proud. I went back to play when I suddenly felt thirsty. I saw my mom holding a bottle, so I drank from it. I did
of the car.
Damian then hurriedly got out of the car too while Sheryl was already rushing to the door.
As soon as Sheryl entered the house, she heard her son talking.
"Grandmother, what happened to Shirley? Is she okay?"
"She just had a stomachache. Don't worry. Your father's taking her to the hospital. We can just wait here." Melissa tried her best to comfort Clark.
Sheryl felt upset. Shirley had a stomachache?
What had happened this evening?
"Mom, what happened to Shirley?" Sheryl cried as she rushed into the living room.
Melissa was so surprised because Sheryl had called her 'mom.'
Did Sheryl just refer to her as 'mom?'
Really?
Sheryl didn't notice the look on Melissa's face. All she cared about was Shirley. She tried to look around the room, looking for her daughter, but she couldn't find her anywhere. She hurriedly asked, "Mom, what happened to Shirley?"
"Mom, Shirley had a stomachache, so Dad took her to the hospital," Clark said.
Sheryl grew even more worried. She pressed, "Which hospital? Why didn't you just tell me on the phone?"
Melissa finally gathered herself and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry. I was so worried. Sher, what did you call me just now?"
Sheryl then realized that she had referred to Melissa as 'mom, ' so she apologized, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mrs. Lu. I was so worried about Shirley, so I..."