The Substitute Bride

"I see. Thank you, Doc," Melissa replied with a diplomatic smile. She was never an easygoing or polite person, but she wanted to make a good impression on her son.

"I'm flattered. I just did my job," the physician responded, pleasantly surprised. Charles was one of the shareholders of this hospital, so Melissa's modest reaction caught the doctor off guard.

Melissa nodded at the physician out of courtesy. Shifting her gaze to Charles, she said tenderly, "I'm sorry that I've taken so much of your time. I'm fine now. You should go back to your work and I'll take a taxi home."

"It's okay, Mom. I'll take you home. Don't worry about my work," Charles replied with a slight smile. Sensible women could always successfully arouse men's compassion. Melissa knew this and easily tricked her son.

Charles was clueless as he was just so happy to spend time with his mother. He found that his mother had changed and thought that it was perhaps because spending time with him turned her into a sensible mother.

As far back as he could remember, his mother had been a good, reasonable woman. But when he was a teenager, she left Dream Garden and he hadn't seen her since.

When Melissa had first disappeared, Charles often saw her in his dreams as the same gentle and kind mother he once knew.

But as time went on, he found that the dreams of her stopped. This devastated him and he felt so lost. He had almost forgotten about her when she entered his life again.

When Melissa first moved in with him, he was thrilled but a little uneasy. It had been fifteen years since she had left him and things were very different now. The years apart seemed to have formed a large gap between them.

However, regardless of what had happened and Melissa's obvious hostili

er and I need to see if she's okay. That nurse who was on the night shift got off work and went home. I have to leave Nick to you. I'm on my way home. You'd better go take care of him. No one is there to help him hit the nurse button when the liquid in the infusion bag runs out," Isla explained.

She was not only worried about her sick daughter but also Nick who was lying in a hospital bed getting an IV drip.

"Oh, I see. Well I'm almost there. You should direct your attention on taking care of Amanda. Don't worry about Nick," Sheryl comforted. As a mother, she could understand how anxious Isla was with her daughter getting sick.

"Okay, thank you, Sher."

"Why so formal, Isla? You don't owe me anything. I'll take care of Nick. So don't worry about him. Just drive carefully," Sheryl said as she walked towards Nick's ward.

"Oh, I just reached his ward. I've got to go. Bye," she continued as she paused outside of the door.

"Okay. Get inside. I'm sure you'll take good care of him," Isla returned as she let out a sigh of relief. 'Now that Sheryl is with Nick, I can focus on my daughter, ' she thought.

Sheryl hung up the phone and entered the ward.