His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1117 Ask Melissa For Help

It was widely known that Tarsan Corporation and Shining Company were leading enterprises in Y City.

Now that the boss of the media company already offended the latter, he had no intention of messing

with the former. He didn't want to ruin his career by insulting the two biggest companies at the same

time.

Abruptly, Sheryl snatched the phone from Charles' hand and ended the call.

"Come on, honey, don't blame them. Now that they've released the news, they must have already

weighed the pros and cons. It's useless to trouble them," she persuaded her furious husband.

"Sher, these are fake pictures, right?" Nancy asked her in confusion. She wanted to trust Sheryl, for

she didn't believe that the latter would have an affair.

But the photos told another story. 'What's going on? Is the report telling the truth or not?' she wondered.

Even though she didn't want to explain it, seeing the anxious look on the maid's face made her decide

to clarify the fact. "Of course those pictures are processed. I was set up," she expounded.

Sheryl's brief explanation dispelled Nancy's doubts. Raising her brows, the loyal maid voiced out her

thoughts, "You're in trouble, Sher. Since it was on TV, the people who saw it will believe the report.

You said you didn't do this and I believe you. But you can't explain to everyone. Even if you do, I don't

think they'll believe you."

Even without Nancy's reminder, Sheryl knew that she was in an awkward position and it couldn't get

worse. Despite the fact, there was nothing she could do about it.

Knowing this, Sheryl told herself, 'I have no choice but to live with it.'

"Daddy, Mommy, get up! When are we going to school?"

Clark and Shirley asked at the same time, as they got out of their room.

Sheryl headed upstairs and stood in front of her loving kids. If she escorted them to school, she knew

she might embarrass them with the whole issue going on. "Clark, Shirley, I just realized that I have

some work to do. Would you get mad at me if I couldn't take part in the activity?"

Sheryl asked tentatively as she watched the kids intently.

If she broke her word, she was afraid that Clark and Shirley would get upset.

But if she kept her promise, they wouldn't only feel sad but also humiliated.

"Why not, Mom? Can't you deal with your work later?"

Shirley protested with a pout.

Not knowing how to explain, Sheryl was rendered speechless.

At that moment, Charles joined them. Noticing the disappointment on his children's faces, he stepped

forward and stopped to squat so he was at eye-level with the kids. "Here's the thing. Your teacher

called off this activity because she had something to take care of. She said he would organize this on

another day," he calmly explained.

"Is that so, Daddy?"

Clark asked in disbelief.

"Yes, of course," Charles confirmed, as he gazed into Clark's eye with resolve.

"Did the teacher say why she called it off?"

Clark asked curiously.

"No, she didn't. She just said that he got something to do," Charles replied. After a pause, he

continued, "If you don't believe me, you can ask her yourself next Monday." NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Because Charles seldom lied to him, Clark finally believed his father.

Meanwhile, Shirley had no doubt of her father's statement.

"Well, that's it. You two can go ahead and play together. Mom and I have something to deal with, so

we'll go out for a bit," he explained, staring at the kids. Seeing that they bought his story, he sighed in

relief.

"Fine," they replied.

Nudging each other and playing around, they finally slipped into the room. Nancy followed them as she

didn't think it was a good idea to leave the kids alone.

"Are you sure we should lie to them? What if they really go to their teacher and ask about it?"

Sheryl asked Charles with a frown as they returned to the living room on the first floor.

"Don't worry. I'll call up the principal of their kindergarten and ask her to call off today's parent-child

activity."

Reassuring her, Charles brought out his cellphone.

It only took him a few minutes to fix this matter.

"The principal agreed?" asked Sheryl as Charles hung up.

"Yes, she agreed. But as for the rumors…" And there he stopped. He couldn't help but blame himself

for failing to help Sheryl out sooner. Looking his wife in the eye, he asked, "Do you believe me, Sher?"

Meeting his gaze, Sheryl said, "I think most people will ask you another question: do you believe your

wife?"

"Of course I believe you. But now, we need to find a way to settle the issue,"

Charles replied calmly, with the resolve in his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Sheryl asked for she had no idea what was on Charles' mind.

Glancing out the window, Charles turned his gaze back to Sheryl as he suggested, "There are a bunch

of reporters outside. Once we go out, they'll stop us and bombard us with questions. I don't think it's a

good idea to face the media yet."

"Are you saying that we should stand by and pretend that nothing happened?"

she asked in confusion, gaping at Charles.

"Exactly. You should avoid the media in the following days. I'll ignore them too. I have to find some

professionals to prove that the photos were fabricated as soon as possible. When I collect the

evidence, we can prove your innocence," he replied.

Peering outside the window, Sheryl found that their house was indeed beset by a crowd of reporters

with their cameras at the ready. Baffled, she asked, "So if we can't go out now, how do we get rid of

them?"

"They're not leaving because they know we're at home. What if they see us drive off? Do you think

they'll still wait outside?" Charles said.

"What do you mean?" she asked, even more confused. 'If I left here now and didn't come back, what

about Clark and Shirley?' she wondered.

"Of course you can't go outside. You need to stay and look after our children. But those outside don't

know my mother. She's as tall and thin as you are so she's the perfect person to pose as you. If she

puts on your clothes and covers her face, no one will discover her." Charles' plan became clear.

"But…would she agree to help me? She hates me. Now with this happening, she must want to kick me

out of Dream Garden," Sheryl echoed negatively. It was unlikely that Melissa would offer her help.

However, Melissa had stayed rather low key these days, seldom going out or even meeting Sheryl. But

Sheryl believed that Charles' mother must be utterly displeased with her after hearing the news, and

she was certain that Melissa knew what was going on.

"Don't worry. I'll talk to her. Wait here, I'll be back soon."

After reassuring her, he rushed towards the staircase.

That day, Melissa had yet to leave her room.

"There's no need. I'm coming to you." Melissa's loud voice could be heard from inside as she opened

the door before her son could reach it. Calmly and unhurriedly, she walked down the stairs wearing a

stern look.

When she spoke to Charles, her voice was not as tender as usual.

"Mom…" he said meekly, an expression of surprise coloring his face. Charles froze as he watched

Melissa take slow steps down the stairs.