“Three.." However, Calvert didn't care at all.

Then Sheffield took something from his pocket. Evelyn saw it was a scalpel.

She hurried to stand in front of Calvert and said, “Hey, hey! Put that away!" Then she turned and warned, “Mr. Calvert, Let me go! Otherwise, you'll never see me again!"

It wasn't that she didn't want to see Calvert get hurt. Actually, he deserved it. But she didn't want Sheffield to actually hurt him.

Calvert's family was not poor, and they could make life difficult for the doctor. He might even go to jail.

Nonetheless, instead of letting go of her, Calvert just pulled her closer.

"It's your birthday tomorrow. Rowena and I came here to pick out a gift. But what about you? You turned me down and now you're shopping with another guy. How could you do this to me, Evelyn?"

That morning, Calvert texted Evelyn and invited her to go shopping. But she said no.

Evelyn's wrist was turning red, thanks to Calvert's tight grip. She raised her head and looked at him coldly.

“Mr. Calvert, I've told you before we have nothing to do with each other. I don't owe you anything and I have nothing to be sorry about. For the last time, let me go

The elevator came and stopped at their floor. Since no one walked in, the elevator went up, summoned to another floor.

Calvert was about to say something when he felt something cold against his arm. He looked down and saw a scalpel which seemed to be ready to cut him.

Sheffield warned, "You have run out of time, Calvert. And since you've made your bed, you will lie in it. Tomorrow's headlines will say that the handsome Prince Calvert slayed his own wrist and died."

Rowena screamed and grabbed Sheffield's wrist immediately.

"Please!

Don't hurt my brother! Calvert, Let go of her!*

Sheffield's eyes clouded with disgust as he stared at the hand on his wrist.

"Take your dirty hand off of me."

Rowena blushed with embarrassment and let go of him quickly.

Calvert hesitantly let go of Evelyn. He stared coldly at Sheffield as he told her, “Evelyn, I'm not letting you go. You're going to be my woman eventually."

Sheffield blew on the scalpel and sneered, “Everyone can dream, but not all dreams come true." He put away the scalpel, held Evelyn's hand and pressed the elevator button.

“Don't be so cocky, Sheffield. I'it Propose to her soon. Uncle Carlos has promised me her hand in marriage." Calvert would take everything he wanted, at any cost.

His words didn't bother Sheffield. He kissed Evelyn's long hair and mocked Calvert, "Oh please, you are just a man who is in an ambiguous relationship with his sister. Aren't you ashamed to ask Evelyn to marry you? You don't deserve her."

Rowena's expression changed. She explained in an urgent tone, “No! My brother and I are not in that kind of a—"

Sheffield snorted, "Bitch, stop pretending! I've seen more women than you can imagine. I saw through your act the moment I lay my eyes on you. Only an idiot Like Calvert will believe you."