"You're so brave. You fought for your love," one of the nurses swooned.

“You're very beautiful. I don't have the guts to chase after you,"

Sheffield said with a wide smile.

The nurse blushed and whispered, "Sheffield, you are so naughty.”

The nurse standing next to him asked in a low voice, "Are there many men after the dean's daughter?"

“I don't know," he answered, still smiling. He had never cared about anything related to Dollie.

"You don't know? Then, whom did you fight for?" The nurse was confused now.

"I was just kidding," he blurted out.

"Sheffield," Horace called him.

After saying goodbye to the nurses, Sheffield walked towards his office. Along the way, many people showed their concerns about his face, but he just smiled and told them that he was fine.

Staring at him, Horace asked, "Where have you been? What happened to your face? It was fine in the morning.”

“Don't ask. Just fix it." He threw the first-aid kit to Horace.

Horace opened the kit and took out the medicine to treat the swelling.

At the same time, the doctors in the department came to check on

Sheffield.

“I'm okay. I made a small mistake and my father hit me," he told them with a faint smile.

Nobody doubted it, and they even asked him what mistake he had made to make his face look like that.

Horace asked, “I've never heard anything about your family before, and

I didn't ask either. Now that this has happened, tell me, what do your parents do? I've never seen them. Do they live in another city?"

“No, they're here.”

Only he knew which set of parents he was talking about.

“Oh. Did your father hit you because you skipped work?" Horace took out a cotton swab, dipped it in some medicine to dissipate the swelling and the bruises on his face. He threw him an ice bag to place on his face.

"Something Like that," Sheffield replied.

Horace let the topic go, sensing that he didn't want to talk about it.

After running away with Terilynn from the private booth, Joshua got into the elevator with her and loosened his grip on her wrist.