“In case you're wondering, I'm talking about you. But you're not going to admit it, are you? Luckily for Sandra, we don't need your words. Do you know how easy it is for me to know about every single thing you do?

If you want evidence, I can give it to you. You better believe it when

I tell you that I have solid proofs." Sheffield was not exaggerating.

He had every single bit of evidence with everything that the Thompson family members had been doing.

With that, Sandra and her husband began to argue with each other.

In the middle of that chaos, Wanda Thompson, Peterson's fourth child, was walking up the stairs peacefully. In order to call her attention,

Sheffield raised his voice a bit.

"Wanda, I heard that none of your paramours could satisfy you. I happen to know a lot of young and handsome guys, some fresh meat if you will. How about I introduce them to you?"

With great effort, Wanda tried to keep her composure. She raised her chin at him and retorted, “You should go to a therapist. Don't cause trouble to my marriage."

"Why don't we show your husband the receipts of your spending in those nightclubs? Let's see who he will believe.”

Wanda's husband wasn't home at that moment, but one of the family's servants was a relative of his. If the said servant was anywhere near them, it wouldn't be long before her husband found out about her paramours.

“But why should you be guilty about anything, right? I heard that your husband has developed affections for a particularly beautiful woman who happens to be one of your dearest friends. I actually saw them in a hotel last week. But I don't know, maybe they were just talking or playing cards in there. You can just ask him about this later,”

Sheffield candidly stated as if he was afraid that there wasn't enough chaos in the Thompson family.

Since Wanda and her husband were wealthy and powerful, they had a lot of men and women vying for their attention. But, was this not always the case with their kind of people? Since the beginning of time, way back to the era of queens and kings, men and women of power always had lovers aside from their legal partners. The only difference was the legality of the situation or if their legal partners knew about it.

As a member of the upper class, Sheffield could easily find out about all of these romantic affairs as long as he wanted to know. Besides, their kind was only composed of the society's 1% of the 1%. There wasn't really a lot of them, to begin with. Everyone wanted to be them or at least be part of their crowd. But because of this, a lot of eyes were always on them.

When Sheffield noticed how upset Wanda was becoming, he couldn't hold back his laughter anymore. But still, he wasn't done. He continued to add fuel to the fire.

"Oh, and how could I forget about Felton? Please don't be mad at me. After all, if we're talking about numbers, you're in the leads. How many women do you have by the sides? If I'm not mistaken, more than ten? Do you remember that girl who had an abortion for you last month? She actually asked me for your phone number. I hope you don't mind that I give it to her. It sounded like she wanted to talk to you about something important. I just couldn't remember what it was about. Call her back when you have the time, will you?"

If the Thompson family members had been keeping their skeletons in their closets really well, Sheffield had managed to throw those bones in the open one by one.

From the moment Sheffield opened his mouth, he was consciously aware of what he was doing. So when he realized that he was taking effect on all of them, the rage that had been inside of him for a long time finally subsided a little. He whistled with contentment while he left the

Thompson family's house.

As soon as he was out of the door, Felton and his wife began to fight against each other.

When Sheffield returned to his apartment, he noticed that the light in the Living room was on. Evelyn was sitting on the sofa. She was the only one in the apartment, but she still maintained her graceful and dignified composure.

Their eyes met. While he walked towards her, he called out softly,

"Evelyn..." 'My own family disowned me again, ‘ he wanted to tell her.

"Sheffield..." Evelyn murmured. The words that were left unsaid were,