Chapter 2107 Because We Don't Have A Father

After hanging up, Sheryl was suddenly aware of Charles watching her. His eyes spoke of his emotions as clear as day.

At once, she felt her heart quicken its pace. 'Get a hold of yourself, you silly woman, ' she castigated herself silently, maintaining a calm expression.

It had been a long time since she last saw him. Why was he looking at her like that? Was it possible that he still loved her? She still recognized those eyes. It was the same gaze he would watch her with when they were still married. At that time, he had been the world to her. A sudden chill gripped her.

No, these memories were treacherous. Perhaps he had gazed at many other women with the same eyes.

She passed by him without so much as a greeting and walked towards her daughters' ward.

She heard his footsteps follow her closely, and soon the two of them were inside.

The chill that held her chest captive made its way into a cold smile. It was not necessary for him to be here. He didn't have to stay when his house and bed was warm with that beauty of his.

In the ward, Shirley closed her eyes again and fell asleep.

Sheryl was intent on paying no mind to the man in the room. Bending over her daughter, she ran a cool cloth, wiped the sweat off Shirley's forehead, and looked at her watch. Already, it was eleven o'clock in the evening.

Throughout the day, she had been occupied with worry about her daughter's stomachache. Only after seeing Shirley was she able to finally breathe. The next moment, it was as if her body was able to recognize her fatigue. She felt sleepy.

There was another bed beside Shirley's bed. Still, without glancing at Charles, she took off her coat and lay down.

She turned to face the wall, not wanting to see Charles' face. She couldn't see her daughter, but she heard her rhythmic breathing in the silence of the room.

Soon, her exhaustion overtook her, and she dozed off. It had been a tiring day for her. At long last, she would be able to get some much-needed sleep.

Charles remained silent the entire time, even as his eyes never left Sheryl. He watched the small movements she made as she slept, and was filled with quiet relief.

All he could hear in the ward was his daughter and Sheryl's breathing. The sounds soothed his troubled mind, and for the first time in a long while, he felt peaceful as he stood there and watched over them sleep.

Sleep had evaded him these days, but this quiet moment was good enough for now.

As he though

tender feelings that were threatening to come to the surface.

"Shirley, how do you feel now?" she asked her daughter instead.

"Mom, I feel fine now," Shirley answered.

Relief flooded over her at Shirley's answer. She was alright now. Gathering her in a hug, Sheryl said, "Okay, Honey. Please remember to pay attention to the food you eat next time. The doctor said that you had a stomachache because you ate something cold. Will you have anything cold in the future again?"

"No, I won't have it again. I don't want to have another stomachache." Shirley hurried to shake her head.

Sheryl finally smiled. "Good girl."

The mother and daughter chatted with each other for a long time. Afterward, Shirley looked around, her eyes searching for her father. "Mom, did dad go back home?" she asked. "Does he not like me? Is that why he didn't want to stay?"

Sheryl felt as if her heart crumbled to pieces inside her at her daughter's question. Her throat tightened as she swallowed a sob.

"Shirley, do you miss your father?" she asked.

Shirley looked at her, her hopeful eyes bringing another wave of pain. "Yes. I hope dad can stay with us. If he's there, then no one would bully us."

"Bully? Shirley, is there someone bullying you?" Sheryl asked with a concerned expression.

Shirley was quiet for a while. "Mom, if I tell you, will you promise not to tell brother?" she asked.

"Of course," Sheryl assured her.

Shirley said, "In the kindergarten, some of my classmates said that we didn't have a father, but they had theirs. They said their fathers stayed with them and had dinner with them, but we didn't have ours with us..."