Playtime's Over, CEO: She's Really Done With You-Chapter 502: Can’t Lose Her!

If there wasn’t something blocking her, Sheila Jenkins would have torn William Wyatt to pieces.

She kept screaming, tears streaming down her face, as she repeatedly pounded on the glass with her hands.

Sheila Jenkins cried out, "William Wyatt, you devil! I’ve given myself to you, she can’t! How dare you desire her!"

William Wyatt merely laughed out loud.

Such a pity, only a pity that he couldn’t succeed. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

That little wench was always so cautious, never allowing him to succeed.

And that damn Julian Lawson!

He actually locked him up, robbing him of his freedom for all these years!

"You said you saw those photos? How did you see them?" William Wyatt laughed, "Though I don’t know why Serena Sterling hid this from you for so many years, since she did, she wouldn’t easily tell you."

Sheila Jenkins’ hand paused slightly while hitting the glass.

The photos...

She saw them at the wedding.

Serena’s and Silas Hawthorne’s wedding.

So many guests were present, and the wedding was broadcasted live...

Everyone saw it.

What would they say about Serena...

William Wyatt still wouldn’t let her off, pointing at her dress, asking, "What are you doing wearing that thing?"

Sheila Jenkins looked down at her own dress.

Wearing the dress... was to attend Serena’s wedding, in the role of her mother, but she had just slapped Serena at the wedding.

Countless emotions stuck in her throat, Sheila Jenkins was speechless, feeling like she was about to explode.

She looked at William Wyatt incredulously.

It was true.

The photos were real.

What Serena said was also true.

Everything was true!

Then her daughter, her Serena...

Emotions exploded, echoing thunderously in her head, making it impossible for her to think.

She couldn’t control herself, only continued to scream, tearfully pounding on the glass.

Meanwhile, William Wyatt just kept laughing.

Life in prison was boring; having such interesting events happen, he was delighted.

After a while, someone came in and took the emotionally unstable Sheila Jenkins away.

Sheila Jenkins was taken to a nearby room.

"Ma’am, please calm down." Someone handed her a cup of water.

But Sheila Jenkins only knew how to cry.

Everything over the years constantly replayed in her mind.

Every word she resented Serena with, the hopeful gaze Serena always gave when trying to call her mom, and the sad look after being rejected.

She remembered the arguments that erupted between mother and daughter many years ago.

All of this was unbearable for her.

Sheila Jenkins didn’t take the water cup from the staff; she got up and rushed out.

Near the prison, it was vast and empty; she walked aimlessly on the desolate road.

The sky was completely dark, and she didn’t know what to do.

Finally, she flagged down a car.

"To the cemetery," Sheila Jenkins rasped.

In the pitch-black night, in the silent cemetery.

Sheila Jenkins stood in front of Evan Sheridan’s grave.

This was her first visit here in so many years.

Since Evan Sheridan’s death, she had never come to see it.

Both Evan Sheridan’s affairs and everyday maintenance were handled by Serena alone.

Without her involvement.

Sheila Jenkins looked at the eternally youthful black-and-white photo of Evan Sheridan on the tombstone, reaching out to slap it.

Her palm hit the hard tombstone, it hurt.

Sheila Jenkins cried as she hit.

"It’s all your fault!"

Sheila Jenkins cried, "Why couldn’t you live properly?"

"You married me, had Serena with me, why did you leave us mother and daughter behind!"

"Evan Sheridan, do you know what kind of life our mother and daughter have been living all these years?"

"You died, leaving nothing to care about, but what about us? Did you ever think about your wife and daughter!"

"Evan Sheridan, you were an irresponsible man!"

Her palm was cut open, staining the tombstone with blood.

Sheila Jenkins got tired of hitting and also crying, collapsing on the ground, tears falling continuously.

"Evan Sheridan, you bastard..."

Sheila Jenkins cried here for an unknown length of time, cursed for an unknown length of time.

In the end, she could only repeatedly say—

"Why didn’t she tell me?"

"She could have told me, why didn’t she tell me clearly the truth from back then?"

Someone approached from behind.

"Serena didn’t tell you, probably because she feared you couldn’t bear it." A voice said.

Sheila Jenkins turned and saw Ethan Lynch approaching.

"Mrs. Jenkins, can’t you see Serena’s feelings for you clearly yet?" Ethan Lynch said, his eyes red.

Sheila Jenkins looked at Ethan Lynch, "Did she tell you?"

"No, she told no one," Ethan Lynch answered, "Serena and Bianca are good friends, even Bianca doesn’t know about this."

"Then how do you know her thoughts?" Sheila Jenkins questioned.

"She mentioned other things to Bianca." Ethan Lynch looked at the fallen Sheila Jenkins, anxious inside but he could only explain, otherwise Sheila Jenkins might not come with him, even if he forcibly took her, she wouldn’t properly go talk to Serena.

Thinking about it, he said, "She mentioned what happened on the bridge days before you married William Wyatt."

"She said at that time, she was with her mom and wasn’t afraid, but later, long after you married William Wyatt, what she feared was your collapse."

"Serena never thought about giving up all these years, she endured many things; revealing those sordid pasts, it’s you who wouldn’t bear it, not her."

Ethan Lynch quickly said one sentence after another, as Sheila Jenkins remained seated.

The night was deep, and Sheila Jenkins’s heart was tumultuous.

"Mrs. Jenkins, can’t you see yet? All these years, how much has she really endured?"

"You rushed around for livelihood, she followed, never complaining."

"You stooped for William Wyatt, she was beaten, coveted, her thoughts were to take good care of you, to take you away."

Ethan Lynch looked at the messily crying Sheila Jenkins, stepping closer.

"I feel for you, going through all this must have been hard, but at least you’re an adult, you have choices, but she was very young then, she had no choices."

Ethan Lynch crouched down, helping Sheila Jenkins up.

"Mrs. Jenkins, you lost your husband, and she lost her father, and later, even her mother."

"She treated you well, kept silent, just because you’re her mom."

"Save her, okay?" Ethan Lynch said, his eyes red, "She’s dying, lying in the emergency room right now."

"The hospital has already issued a critical condition notice."

"What?" Sheila Jenkins couldn’t believe what she heard.

She didn’t understand, in the few hours after she ran out of the hall, what had happened.

"Come with me, talk in the car," Ethan Lynch helped Sheila Jenkins walk outside.

The car sped toward the hospital.

Along the way, Ethan Lynch explained everything, Sheila Jenkins also took out her phone, there were videos everywhere online.

"The doctors said she has lost her will to live, she’s waiting for you," Ethan Lynch’s words hit her heart hard again.

Sheila Jenkins watched all this, her entire body trembling.

Her daughter, her Serena, her mother-daughter misunderstandings hadn’t been cleared face-to-face yet, hadn’t reconciled, she couldn’t lose her!