Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 236

"What do you think?" Shane asked her back.

"How would I know?" she mumbled.

Shane didn't hear what she said. He kept looking down to check his phone, waiting for Cole's response.

After three to four minutes, Cole sent a message: Kendall had been caught, but Sheryl isn't in a good condition. You and Miss Charlotte better come up and take a look. Miss Charlotte might be hiding something from you.

"Let's go upstairs." Shane kept his phone away.

"Okay," Charlotte replied. She immediately nodded and followed him into the elevator.

In Charlotte's mind, there was nothing to be afraid of with Shane by her side, so she wasn't as anxious as before.

But the closer she got, the more she felt like something was wrong.

Shane asked Cole to go upstairs first because he obviously wanted Cole to bring Sheryl back so that Charlotte wouldn't get involved in this matter.

Maybe he was worried about her mental state?

Charlotte subconsciously turned to look at Shane,

wondering what he was thinking about?

"Why are you looking at me?"

"Well, why didn't you bring me upstairs at the beginning?" She looked away.

"It's enough to have Cole."

"What about now?"

Shane remained silent.

Charlotte's heart stopped beating for a second. Could it be that something had happened to Sheryl? She couldn't help but reach out and grab his sleeve. "Shane, did something happen to Sheryl?"

"I don't know. I can't confirm until we see her."

"She..." Charlotte's heart fell to the pit of her stomach. At that moment, she felt as if her body had been tossed in the air. Her legs became wobbly, and her body went limp.

She wanted to cry, but she couldn't.

Shane reached out to hold her in his arms and said, "Cole didn't say a lot. He only said that the situation is not very good. Since he asked us to head over and take a look, it means that the problem is not that bad."

Charlotte helped herself up by holding onto his arm. She opened her mouth to speak and weakly shook her head at him. "You don't understand.

Sheryl is my everything. Not to mention that today's incident happened because of me. I... I was the one to blame."

"You haven't done anything wrong to her."

Charlotte looked at him and parted her lips, wanting to say something but stopped on second thought.

Shane just took her into his arms, placed his long fingers on the back of her head, and gently stroked her hair. "Let's go up first before we talk about it."

She nodded.

He lowered his gaze to look at her, but all he could see was the top of her head. The mild fragrance of her hair put his heart slightly at ease.

She was his daughter too, so why wouldn't he be worried about her?

However, he knew that it was pointless to be anxious or to cry. Since it had already happened, it was better to deal with it than to blame themselves.

Soon, the door of the elevator opened.

Shane walked out with Charlotte.

Cole was pressing Kendall down in the long corridor. When he saw the two of them coming, he immediately handed Kendall over to the people beside him and strode to the two of them. He bowed politely and said, "Mr. Fuller, Miss Charlotte, we have caught the two of them, but Sheryl was injured during the process. We bandaged her wounds, but she wouldn't stop bleeding, so..."

"Did you call a doctor? Is the wounded area big?" Charlotte asked impatiently.

"I called 911. The wounded area isn't too big."

When Charlotte heard that, her mind relaxed a little. She pushed Cole away and strode inside.

With his head hung low, he said, "Mr. Fuller, it's my fault."

"We'll talk about it when we get back."

"Yes."

Charlotte entered the house.

Sheryl was lying on the bed. Two people surrounded her, constantly trying to stop the bleeding of her wound and make her laugh.

The wound was really not that big. It was only a small cut.

Charlotte's eyes welled up. She walked towards Sheryl and sat down beside her, reaching out her hand to hold hers. "Sheryl, does it hurt?"

"Mommy." Sheryl shook her head with a smile. "I'm already used to it. This is much better than the headache I've had last time."

"I..." Charlotte wanted to comfort Sheryl, but she couldn't hold it in any longer and broke down before her.

Instead, it was Sheryl who reached out to wipe her tears. "Mommy, it's not your fault. You didn't hurt Sheryl. Besides, it's only such a small wound. It'll be fine if we go to the hospital. Sheryl won't die."

"Yes, Sheryl won't die, won't die..."

Shane stood at the door and watched this scene unfold. His fingers hanging at his side slightly tightened. "Cole."

Cole nodded. "Yes."

"Find Sheryl's medical record and also everything that happened to Charlotte when she was abroad."

"Before this, didn't you..."

"I want real and complete information, not Rick's simplified version."

It turned out that the information he found back then had been simplified by Rick. Cole didn't dare to neglect his request, so he quickly went to dig up the information.

When the ambulance arrived downstairs, Sheryl was carefully carried to the stretcher by the doctor.

Charlotte worriedly left with her in the ambulance.

As for Shane, he drove his own car to the hospital.

In the hospital's corridor.

Charlotte sat listlessly on the chair in front of the operating room.

Shane stood in front of her, waiting for her to speak to him, but she didn't.

There was no explanation at all.

Half an hour later, when Cole arrived with the information, Shane entered an empty cubicle with him.

The information wasn't any more detailed than the one before, and there was no record of Sheryl's illness.

Cole explained, "I discovered an unusual thing this time. Not only did it happen to Miss Charlotte and Sheryl, but it happened to Rick and Anne too. Their profiles were all modified."

Shane frowned and closed his eyes. His finger rested in between his eyebrows.

"Mr. Fuller, why don't you ask Miss Charlotte in person or the doctor in the hospital?"

"I have no choice but to ask now."

Cole couldn't really understand.

After such a bad thing had happened, Mr. Fuller was still not willing to personally ask Miss Charlotte about Sheryl's condition. He was obviously very concerned about her, so why didn't he say it out loud?

Cole couldn't understand. If you still cared about losing face when you love someone, then this matter of life and death...

What was Mr. Fuller thinking?

In the corridor of the operating room.

Charlotte was holding the report given by the doctor. She stood there in a daze. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over her.

She raised her head and saw Shane standing in front of her, blocking the light.

"Sheryl has a fever, so..."

"Charlotte, a five-year-old child was bleeding nonstop, and you tell me that it's because of a fever?"

Charlotte bit her lips.

Shane smiled bitterly and lifted her chin. "Up until now, you're still hiding from me. You should know that you don't have the ability to find the best doctor."

"You can choose to keep your secret. Keep those words and say them in front of our daughter's tombstone. I will know if it's true or not by then."

Charlotte's tears streamed down at once.

It was not that she didn't want to say it, but she didn't know how to say it.

For more than half an hour, Sheryl was still in the operating room, and that could only explain one thing-her complication had resurfaced. Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

If she told Shane about the truth, it also meant that she had to reveal all her secrets and ask him for help.

"She... she's been sick ever since she was a child. The doctor said it was inherited, but I don't know whom she inherited it from. I have no idea why it turned out like this."

"What kind of illness?"

Charlotte clenched her fingers. Her mind was in a war. Tears gushed down her cheek.

Blood cancer.

Leukemia.

When Sheryl was a child, she would have fevers and bone aches. When she was two years old, there was a rhombic tumor beneath her skin. During that time, she almost lost her chance to see the world again.

The more she thought about this, the more Charlotte's heart ached.

She wanted to find someone to share this burden with her but also hoped that no one else would know about it. In this way, she wouldn't need to confess the pain and suffer once again.

"Leukemia."

She was like a deflated balloon, falling onto the ground, crying as she covered her face.

Shane froze for a moment. His tough body shuddered greatly in shock.

Although he had already guessed, when he personally heard it from Charlotte...

"Is there any way to save her?"

Shane grabbed Charlotte's arm.

For this, he was willing to give all that he had.