##Chapter 4 Despair

"You saved me, Sir?"

Sharon said to the young man in a hurry. "My name is Sharon Evans, and I

am very grateful for your help. I'd like to go home and explain some things to

my father. I'll be back and thank you after that."

The young man looked down at her for

a while and shook his head.

Sharon wanted to explain, but she

didn't know where to start.

The pain and anger of being framed

stuck in her throat, leaving her speechless.

Looking at Sharon again, the man

pulled out some tissues and handed them to her.

Then he said softly, "Miss

Evans. It's not that I don't want you to go back, but rather you could never

talk things out even if you head back."

"How come?" Sharon took

the tissue and wiped away her tears. "My father treats me well. Though he

was angry today, it's just that he got confused. Besides, I've never done

anything like that, and I'm sure I can figure it out."

Sharon didn't care what the young

man said to her and wanted to leave.

"Miss Evans, please wait,"

the man called her.

"What?" Sharon stopped and

turned back.

The young man came to Sharon with a

smile, took out a business card, and handed it to her. "Miss Evans, here

is my business card just in case you need me. By the way, your handbag is on

the table by the door. Take it with you when you leave."

Sharon glanced at the card.

Nathan Harris. That was a good name.

"Mr. Harris, thank you very

much. I really appreciate it," Sharon wanted to cry because of a

stranger's care.

Then she opened the door and hurried

out.

After Sharon left the presidential

suite, she headed straight for the hotel gate.

As she walked through the lobby, she

could hear the hotel attendants whispering about her. She was embarrassed by

the remarks.

Sharon then got herself a cab and

finally made it back home half an hour later.

The Evans family got a well-protected

security system. Even the gate was fingerprint encrypted.

Standing in front of her house,

Sharon took a deep breath and tugged on her collar before walking in the front

door. She then put her right index finger on the fingerprint sensor.

"Access denied."

The fingerprint sensor started, and

the door was kept shut.

Sharon was taken aback. After

confirming that it was really her house, she put her index finger on the

fingerprint sensor again.

"Access denied."

"Access denied."

"Alarm system ready."

Hearing the sound, Sharon finally

realized that her fingerprint authentication had been removed from the system,

so she couldn't enter the house.

She couldn't understand.

In just a few hours, she became a

destitute person who couldn't even enter her own house.

Why did her family have to treat her

so cruelly?

"No, I have to call dad and

explain everything to him," Sharon murmured and called her father.

However, she heard nothing but the

waiting beeps.

Sharon was going to crazy because of

what happened so far.

Then, she called Cliff.

But Cliff was even worse. He blocked

Sharon's number after the phone rang a few times.

Sharon was completely desperate.

It was in early summer, and the

weather at night was still cold in Sweda, Chila.

Agitated, Sharon threw herself at

the wall. While banging on the door, she kept crying, "Dad, I'm Sharon.

Open the door, please!"

She then reached for the fingerprint

sensor again.

That immediately triggered the Evans

family's alarm system. The piercing alarm instantly resounded through the night

sky.

Sharon soon heard the whistling of

the police car, and the car came to her side in a flash.

At the same time, the door of the

Evans family was also opened from the inside, and Marvin appeared in front of

Sharon.

Sharon burst into tears when she saw

her father.

She cried to Marvin, "Dad! Let

me in, please. I can explain. What Rena said is not true. She is framing me and

my mom. Let me in and hear me out, okay? Dad, you have to trust me!"

She cried bitterly as she spoke, and

her voice was trembling.

The police rushing in were a little

puzzled.

Someone who knew Sharon asked Marvin

in surprise, "Mr. Evans, we heard the alarm. But... what's going on with

Miss Sharon? Do you want us to... take her away?"

"Of course," Marvin said

without any emotion, "there is no Miss Sharon here, but only a criminal

who intended to break into private property. Take her away right now. I don't

want to see her."

"What? Alright," although

the police had zero clue as to what was going on, he still performed his duty.

He stepped forward and escorted her off.

Sharon didn't expect that her father

would be so heartless. While struggling, she shouted at Marvin, hoping that he

could give her a chance to explain.

However, Marvin didn't seem to hear

her shouting and ordered someone to close the door. He left without a second

thought.

The last thing she saw of him was

the cold look in Marvin's eyes. It was like hell, without a trace of warmth.

"How could this be... this is

not real... not real."

Sharon's mind went blank. She just

felt like having a nightmare, but the siren echoed in her ears, reminding her

that everything was as real as it could get.

"I'm afraid this is how far we

can take you,"

The police got her out of the back

seat. Standing in front of the police station, Sharon looked at the policeman

in a panic, "I just want to go home, but why did you bring me here? I just

want to go home."

"Miss Sharon, we don't know

what your problem is, but you heard Mr. Evans. We are only doing our job."

Sharon was at a loss for words.

She thought, "Of course, we've

got some problem going on, but I don't even have a chance to explain it to my

father."

"Miss Sharon, we have no

choice. Look, if you ask your family to prove that you didn't break into the

house without permission, you can be released on bail."

"What? That's my house.

I..."

Sharon soon recalled the scene of

not getting her fingerprint right. She shook her head and sneered, "Now,

that was ironic."

"Miss Sharon, we can see that

your father is mad right now. But you can let your mother or your sister prove

that for you."

Sharon snorted, "They were the

ones who framed me today. They would never want me to get out of here in the

first place."

"Let me call my dad, and he

will definitely let me go home and explain everything to him."

"Alright."

Actually, Sharon didn't have much

confidence, but she still wanted to give it a try.

Then she called her father and then

Cliff.

She tried several times, but no one

answered. At that moment, Sharon felt as if trapped in an ice cellar, cold and

desperate.

"Miss Sharon, why don't you

stay here for a few days? Maybe in a few days, your father will..." The

officer had a hard time wrapping his brain around what had happened in her

family and could not figure out anything better to say.

"Please let me have one last

call, okay?"

The officer then gave her permission

to do that.

She hurriedly took out a business

card.

"Nathan Harris," she

murmured.

The stranger who had just helped her

was her last resort. He was the life-saving straw.

She made the call and he answered.

"Hello..."

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