The Substitute Bride

"Yes." Sheryl nodded. She didn't mind what Shirley had said. But from her words, it was clear that Charles' presence was important for Shirley, and she couldn't think of a life where she would not be able to see her father again. How much her kids yearned to be with their father!

Sheryl's heart ached at the thought of it.

'There's still a long way to go. How am I going to take care of my children?' Sheryl began to feel uncertain.

At the suburban villa

Vicky kept calling Charles. But to her surprise, Charles didn't answer the phone.

Every time her call got rejected, Vicky grew increasingly impatient. After a few more attempts, she flung the phone on the bed.

"What do you mean, Charles? Why aren't you answering my phone? Are you doing this on purpose? How dare you do this to me?" Vicky murmured to herself, anxiously pacing back and forth in her room.

Vicky was least bothered about how Charles would feel after he woke up from the coma. What she wanted to do now was to take advantage of this opportunity to punish him for being unfaithful to her.

Had it not been for Rob's intervention, she wouldn't have let Charles go so easily!

Vicky felt more restless as she thought of her unfinished revenge.

Just then, her phone rang.

She sprang up, expecting the call to be from Charles.

"Charles!" Vicky screamed out his name in excitement even before she checked her phone.

"Is that the only name that you think of all the time?" Rob's voice reached Vicky's ears. His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Vicky was surprised to hear Rob's words. She answered, "Oh! It's you! I thought it was Charles."

"It seems there is only one man in your heart, and all your waking thoughts revolve around him. Well, if you miss him so much, why don't you call him?" Rob suggested.

"I also want to know how he is now. I have been calling him since morning, but I have failed to get through to him. Has he discovered something? Why hasn't he answered my calls all this while?" Vicky asked anxiously.

"Really? You are not so stupid!" said Rob with a sneer.

"What do you mean?" Vicky asked, sounding surprised at Rob's remark.

didn't die soon, she would have a worse ending.

"Mr. Rob, please save me! Please!" Vicky swallowed her pride and begged for her dear life.

Rob smiled complacently. Now that he had made Vicky feel trapped from all sides, Rob felt happy to think that Vicky was motivated enough to kill Charles. He said, "Last night, when Charles walked out of this house, we noticed something was wrong. He hid it well, but we still found out that he was not affected by the drug. Then I called a man to drive a lorry to hit Charles' car. But unfortunately, he is still alive. Now he's lying in the ICU."

"Hasn't Charles woken up yet? Are you sure?" Vicky asked with a trembling voice. She was surprised and scared. She didn't expect that there would be so many twists and turns.

Vicky admired Rob's resourcefulness. As expected, Rob was a fountain of wisdom. If he hadn't found Charles' trick in time, she would be the one lying in the intensive care unit now.

Thinking of this, Vicky clenched her fists tightly out of vengeance.

"So we have to figure out a way to get into the hospital today. Our men have tried to enter it, but the hospital has been sealed, and even a fly can't get inside. As long as Charles doesn't wake up, you don't have to worry about the exposure of your identity. You are the only person who has the opportunity to approach him. This is your last and ultimate chance. Just go to him and take his life. Understand?"