After a long time, several doctors emerged from the ward, followed by

Sexton.

His face darkened the moment he saw Evelyn. But because of her status, he held his tongue. He pushed aside his anger and greeted her normally.

“Hi, Evelyn, you here too?"

Evelyn nodded, "Yeah Uncle Sexton. I'm here to see Roscoe. How is he?"

“Several broken ribs. He's in a cast, thanks to Sheffield," he replied flatly.

"I'm sorry, Uncle. It's all my fault." After all, if Sheffield weren't head over heels for her, he wouldn't have hit Roscoe.

Sexton's lips quivered in anger.

"No, not your fault. But I'm gonna sue

Sheffield into the ground. Be sure and tell him, okay? I want him to worry about it until I file the suit!"

His son had friends, and so word got out. He also knew Sheffield had beaten his son because he had badmouthed Evelyn.

After a short pause, Evelyn didn't want to get Sheffield in trouble, so she tried to mollify him.

“Uncle Sexton, please don't be mad at him.

It's all my fault. He had nothing to do with this."

Sexton raised his voice.

"Miss Evelyn, you don't have to cover for him.

The sad thing is that I would have been okay with a modest beating.

Roscoe has no filter, and shouldn't talk about you like that. But

Sheffield went too far. He broke several ribs. I'll send for an adjuster to check the degree of my son's injury and provide the proof, and then I'll sue the pants off him!"

Roscoe's grandmother came out of the ward after hearing the noise outside. When she saw Evelyn, her face changed.

"Miss Evelyn, Richard died thanks to you. You come here to kill Roscoe too?"

Evelyn shook her head.

"Sorry, Mrs. Fitzgerald. It was just an accident. We didn't mean to hurt Roscoe Like that."

“Apologies are useless. Miss Evelyn, please go away." The old Lady hadn't come to terms with her grief. Her eldest grandson died because of Evelyn. Now her youngest grandson was also hurt because of this woman, and so she hated Evelyn even more.

Just then, a voice rang out from the hallway.