She clenched her teeth and walked towards the doors arrogantly.

But she was embarrassed because the doors wouldn't open. She kept pulling on them, but they seemed to be locked.

Sheffield gently placed the baby into a heap of toys and walked over to her, but he showed no intention of opening the doors for her.

“What is this? You're giving up already? This isn't like you, Miss Evelyn.”

“I'm not one to give up easily, but all this has made me sick to the stomach. I don't want to be with a promiscuous man. I have many faithful men to choose from. Why should I waste my time on a man who doesn't even know who his child's mother is?"

Sheffield smiled and leaned on the door. Tilting his head closer to her, he asked playfully, "Are you jealous?"

“Huh? Jealous?" she spat angrily.

"The old me might have gotten jealous, but that'll never happen now. Mr. Sheffield, please open the doors."

“I won't," Sheffield said, smirking like a spoiled child.

Evelyn looked at him in disbelief.

"Joshua was right. You do have a mental problem."

‘That asshole is talking shit behind my back? That son of a bitch!'

“Don't Listen to Joshua. He is the one losing his mind."

“Open the doors!" she demanded.

Sheffield stayed put, ignoring her tantrum.

Placing the food container on the floor, Evelyn asked coldly, "You really are not going to open the doors for me?"

Sheffield shook his head.

“Poo poo!" cried a little voice from behind them.

Sheffield looked at the baby, and then his eyes widened.

“What?

Seriously?" ‘What should I do?' He had no experience taking care of all this.

“Hold.. Poo poo..." the boy said, putting his arms up in the air.

“Huh? Hold? Hold you while you poop? Oh God!‘ Sheffield ran over to the little boy and looked up and down at him in astonishment.

"But I don't know how to do it."

With a pout, Nastas said, “Poo..coming now..."