Secret Wedding Geeky Girl & Cold Doctor
Where's wife?

Mom was chatting in the living room with Audry when the sound of a car came to a halt right in front of the house.

The two women glanced at each other, wondering who had come. There was the sound of knocking on the door that seemed impatient to be opened. A servant opened it immediately.

Mom and Audry set their sights ahead. It was a shock that they saw Marchel had just entered the house.

"Marchelin..." Mother stood up from her seat, immediately approached, hugging her son. "You're home, son!"

"Yes, Mom." Marchel kissed the back of the woman's hand. "Mom's fine as long as I'm gone, right?"

"Yes. I'm fine."

"Thank God, Mom. Sorry, I never gave you any news. It is being isolated there

and there's no phone network. So I can't call Mom."

She hugged Marchel

let go of his mountainous longing.

Audry is approaching soon. "Marchel, I'm glad you're back safely."

Marchel only replied with an expressionless nod. The man glanced at the stairs, hoping to see Sheila there. However, Sheila did not bring herself up.

"Where is Sheila, Mom? Is he in his room?"

Mom closed her eyes in annoyance. Just arrived, Marchel was already looking for that girl for the very village mother. "Marchel, take a break. After that we'll talk about Sheila.

Marchel furrowed her brows, puzzled. "What's wrong with my wife, Mom?" Marchel's gaze was already intimidating. Look at mom and Audry in turn.

With no answer, Marchel leaves her and Audry's mother, heading upstairs to Sheila's room.

While knocking on the door, Marchel called out the name of the wife. "Sheila's... Sheila! It's me, Sheila!"

Silent! there is no guarantee. Marchel immediately went into the room, going around looking for his wife.

"Sheila...."

"Sheila doesn't exist, Marchel." I came and went to Sheila's room.

"Where is he, Mom? You don't scold her often, do you?"

The middle-aged woman looked growling. "Sheila doesn't live in this house anymore."

"Do you know how your wife behaved when you left? Instead of waiting for her husband to come home, she's having fun out there, with whom to get pregnant."

"Enough, Mom!" snapped it. "I know Mom never liked Sheila. But she's my wife, Mom! I shouldn't talk that way about her." Marchel could not believe his mother's words.

"Good! Wait right here. You'll know what a wild girl looks like." Mom left Marchel for her room. Take a school summons for Sheila's guardian.

Marchel opens Sheila's wardrobe. There were no clothes in the closet.

"No way! Sheila's not what you're accusing her of," murmured Marchel.

She returned upstairs with an envelope in her hand. Go back to Sheila's room, and give the envelope to Marchel.

"You read it for yourself" said the mother, then folded her hands in front of her chest. His face looks very upset.

Reading word for word written in the letter, Marchel dropped her body on the bed. His eyelids had been filled with clear liquid. How could a girl like Sheila be expelled from school for getting pregnant out of wedlock. Marchel was shocked to learn of the situation.

"No, Mom! This is not true. Sheila's not that kind of girl."

"But you saw the evidence for yourself, right? They have examined it carefully and have done a urine test. The results showed positive. What more evidence is needed?"

Marchel was speechless. The man rubbed his face rough. A single tear escaped just like that. Flowing in his handsome face.

"Then why did Sheila leave this house, Mom? Where's he going?"

"Mom doesn't care about her. Immediately divorce him. And forget anything about him. He just smeared our family's good name." Unable to hold back her anger, she left Marchel.

Marcel, though, is still frozen. Thinking of Sheila who now knows where she is.

"It's impossible, I can't believe this. They must be wrong." Marchel tried to calm her own mind. The man kept telling himself that Sheila was a good girl and it was impossible to betray her.

"I have to find Sheila and ask for an explanation from her. I don't believe what's written here."

Hurriedly, Marchel came out of the room, heading downstairs. Accelerate his steps towards the car parked in front of there.

"Give me my car keys!" he said to the driver.

Marchel hurriedly boarded the car with no concern for anything else. All he remembered was the pregnant woman who was eating in a Food court with greed.

"Is the pregnant woman I saw really Sheila?" muttered Marchel.