“Five hundred a visit? " Nova's shock sent her voice soaring. Everyone in the office could hear her.

“Well, you got him insurance, didn't you? It should cover most of that— say, 80%. So it will be relatively little if you did that."

Hearing that, Nova was relieved. Even so, she still thought it was too much. She wondered if she'd have any money left over after paying her husband's medical bills.

"Then how long will he Live?"

Knowing what was on her mind, Sheffield replied coldly, “I'm just a doctor. I don't have control over that. I could ask the King of Hell.

No, I've a better idea: go there yourself!"

Nova was so embarrassed her face was flushed and pale.

The doctor sitting beside Sheffield couldn't help but snicker.

As soon as Nova left, Sheffield asked the doctor next to him, "Did she take care of her husband last night?"

Pursing his lips, the doctor said, “No, she left when she saw we were there. We told her the medical staff was only responsible for the dialysis machine; patient care was up to the family. But she didn't listen to us and wasn't back till this morning."

“Tell the nurses to take good care of this patient," he said with a frown.

"Okay. You know this guy, Dr. Sheffield?"

"Yeah, he's a friend." Anything concerning Evelyn was his business.

“Okay.”

On January 5th, according to the Lunar calendar, Langston and Ally took their kids to the Hilton family manor to celebrate the New Year. This would be an ideal time to nail down the date for the engagement ceremony.

With a smile, Ally asked, "So, Evelyn...what do you think of having an engagement party on the 20th?" In fact, she really didn’t want Calvert to marry this woman. After all, her previous boyfriends were dead. But both Langston and Calvert were for the marriage. As a stepmother, she was helpless.

Evelyn replied flatly, "Any date is okay by me."

Things were a Little awkward. It was a pretty straightforward question.

Calvert decided to make sure all this went smoothly.

“The 20th then.

I'll reserve the venue for the engagement party. Don't worry about a thing, Evelyn. Uncle Carlos, Aunt Debbie, anything you want to see at the party? Maybe a memorial to a loved one? A family crest, perhaps?"

"No, I'll leave it to you." Carlos was unreadable. The whole time the two families were discussing the engagement, he acted as amiable as a gentleman. He gave no advice, and made no requests.

Debbie looked at Evelyn and curled her lips.

“Evelyn is not ostentatious at all. Maybe just invite a few close friends. We can wait and hold a major ceremony for the wedding.”

‘There won't be a wedding, not if I have anything to say about it, '