The Apple of My Eye

Chapter 2138 A Fever In Bad Weather

"Stella, tell her that if she doesn't leave, I'll call the police," Sheryl added, shouting at the top of her

lungs. Everyone in the house would have heard her.

Vicky pushed Stella away and rushed downstairs to see Sheryl, shouting, "What makes you think you

can drive me away? You and Charles have already gotten a divorce. Charles asked me to live in this

house, so you have no right to drive me away."

"I have no right?" Sheryl sneered. Lowering her head, she took out a document from her bag. Waving

the paper in front of Vicky, she said, "Open your eyes wide to see if I'm qualified!"

"What's this?" Vicky looked at the paper carelessly.

"The property ownership certificate of this villa. See whose name is on it!"

Grabbing the document from Sheryl's hand, Vicky carefully looked it over. It was indeed the property

ownership certificate for the villa. Reading through it, her eyes widened as she saw Sheryl's name

written in bold. With great disbelief, Vicky exclaimed, "No! Charles promised me that he would give me

this villa. How could it be yours? How could he..."

"This villa was bought under my name, so now I want to take it back. Do you think I can't do that?"

Sheryl sneered.

Sheryl's statement blew Vicky's mind. She seemed to have lost her wits and started murmuring, "How

could this be? Why is that? No, I don't want to leave. I will never leave. This is my home, and Charles is

my husband..."

"Crazy woman!" Sheryl said with disgust, "Stella, ask the driver to take her away. Throw her luggage

out."

Vicky seemed to be unaware of what just happened. She just stood still by the door and kept saying

something stupid. She was out of control.

Fifteen minutes later, the servants finally came and dragged Vicky, pushing her out of the gate. Her

resistance did not do her good. Shortly after, her luggage was thrown out too.

"Why did you do this to me? Why..." Vicky cried out loudly, standing behind the closed gate. She still

couldn't understand how it came to this.

And to make the situation worse, dark clouds started to appear, and big droplets of rain began to fall.

Soon it was raining heavily, leaving Vicky drenched in the rain and shivering in the cold.

But no one came out to help her. Standing in the rain, she put her arms around her body to keep warm

while slowly walking into the rain, leaving her luggage behind.

In the middle of the night, a sudden thunder and lightning flashed. It had been raining for quite some

time now, and it looked like it wouldn't be stopping anytime soon.

Clark drank a bottle of Eight-Treasure Porridge a while ago, making his stomach feel much warmer.

Raising his head, he looked at the rain, constantly dropping from the bare roof. The holes where the

sunlight had come through earlier this morning were now working like shower-heads on top of him. His

small body tried to move to a drier place.

But his efforts were in vain. As it had been raining heavily, most parts of the floor were now wet as

water continuously dripped from above. He could hardly find anywhere dry for him to sit anymore.

Finally, stuck in a corner with his back against the cold wall, Clark's tears began to run across his

cheeks as the raindrops fell on his body. His thoughts took him back to the warmth of his mother's

arms. He could see Sheryl's sweet smile as she opened her arms for him and then wrapped him in her

embrace.

And then he lost it. Tears were pouring out uncontrollably from both his eyes, and Clark was unable to

wipe them dry even if he tried.

"No, I can't cry. I shouldn't. Mom said that only the weak would cry. I can't cry..." Clark told himself while

crying, but none of his pep-talking worked. Tears continued to stream down his cheeks.

It was a cold and rainy night. After being soaked and constantly crying, Clark immediately caught a cold

and started sneezing.

Suddenly, a strange thought flashed in his mind, 'Yes, catch a cold!'

Remembering how it had felt for him whenever he had caught a cold, he would feel dizzy, and his face

would turn pale, followed by having a fever and being unconscious. Every time this happened, he

remembered that Sheryl would be very worried about him.

If he caught a cold now, would he get a chance to come out and escape? As long as there was a

chance to go back to the city, he would definitely find a way to escape. When that time came, he could

go to find his mother.

With this thought in mind, a spark of hope was reignited for Clark. Standing under the rain, he let the

water hit his head and body. A few seconds later, he was all wet, but he did not try to dry his clothes.

He just moved and sat in the darkness, quietly waiting for an opportunity.

On the other hand, Rob was in a hurry somewhere in the suburban area under the heavy downpour,

his right hand trying to hold an umbrella.

A skinny man, closely following beside him, was also holding an umbrella. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

"What did you say? That woman was kicked out of the house?" Rob asked, as he went along the

sidewalk.

The skinny man hastily replied, "I just got a call and was told that Sheryl drove Vicky out. Now she has

nowhere to go. She just wandered on the street like a crazy woman."

"Well..." Rob slowed down and halted, trying to think for a moment. Then he waved his hand to his

subordinate and ordered, "Call your man back and tell him to bring the woman here immediately."

"Bring her here? Now?" Rob's subordinate was unable to hide his reaction. He was a little surprised at

what he just heard. "But the kid of the Lu Family is also here. Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid? Why should I be? Have you ever seen a dead person spill tea?" Rob commented, giving a

grim smile.

His subordinate understood what he meant immediately. In their line of business, they got to see a lot

of dead people every day. They had become accustomed to it already.

"Okay, I'll go get her myself." Hearing Rob's order, his subordinate nodded and left immediately.

Rob continued walking.

Meanwhile, Clark's plan to catch a cold, while he was locked up in that dilapidated house in the suburb,

was successful.

Touching his forehead, Clark tried checking his temperature. He was already feeling a little dizzy. He

was so hot. He must have gotten a fever by now.

Forcing himself to stand up, Clark leaned against the wall to find his balance and then slowly strode

forward. Before he could even reach the door, he had already lost his strength and felt dizzier.

Everything around him seemed to be shaking.

"Plop!" Clark fell on the ground out of weakness, making a loud thud. Unable to move, his body laid flat

on the cold flooring in the middle of the cold dark room.

As there was always someone guarding on the outside, the sound made the guard wonder what was

happening inside. He hurriedly opened the door to check on Clark.

"You okay?" the man standing guard called out tentatively but received no response. It was so dark

inside that he couldn't see what was going on.

Clark remained on the ground. Hearing the man's voice, he raised his head with difficulty and tried to

grab onto something to prop himself up, but failed. He could feel his body shivering, and his vision was

becoming blurry. At last, he fainted with his head tilting to one side.

The guard saw everything with his own eyes. And as he saw the kid fainted on the ground, he rushed

over to come to his aid.

Clark's eyes were closed tightly, and his forehead was sweating. His clothes were all wet. Because of

the fever, his little face was swollen, and he was short of breath. It looked a little scary.

Before leaving, Rob had asked him to take good care of the little boy. He didn't think any problem

would arise since the boy was technically locked up. He couldn't help freaking out now that he saw how

bad the boy's condition appeared to be.

"Hey, kid?" he called, but Clark didn't respond. "Are you okay? Wake up!" The guard was nervous, and

he tried his best to wake Clark up, but it was in vain. The poor boy remained unconscious. He could

feel the heat coming from his body. 'This is bad, really bad, ' he thought.

He was in such a hurry he forgot to call his boss to report what happened. He just bent over and

immediately carried Clark out.

He knew that Clark must be ill. Even though he didn't have any experience in taking care of children,

he knew that Clark needed to see a doctor as soon as possible. Otherwise, he might die from the fever.