Matthew grabbed her and held her in his arms.

“Honey, it's all right."

Sheffield withdrew his fist and straightened his clothes.

"We fought for a while, but I didn't get any advantage over him! What a waste of time!"

They were evenly matched.

Erica raised her head from inside Matthew's arms and glared at

Sheffield with dissatisfaction.

"Sheffield, I know you are good at Kung

Fu, but you really shouldn't bully your brother-in-law!"

Sheffield was slightly stunned and tried to explain, "No, Rika. I didn't bully him..."

An evil smile appeared on Matthew's face. He touched his chest, Looking very hurt.

“Rika, it's okay. Let him go."

Erica looked at her husband, her face pale.

"Matthew, why are you holding your chest? Are you hurt?" she asked nervously.

Sheffield's eyes widened in disbelief. His fists never made contact.

"He yelled desperately," thought Sheffield.

"Matthew! You are such a scheming man!"

Matthew's chest or anywhere near it! Rika, don't trust him."

Erica was furious. Matthew's face was twisted in pain; he looked very uncomfortable, and yet Sheffield was still trying to sow discord between them. She held Matthew's arm and glared at Sheffield.

"Sheffield, don't deny it! You are making me really angry!" she threatened.

Matthew's eyes were filled with mischief.

Erica noticed nothing, but Sheffield saw it clearly. He was, once again, being accused of something he hadn't done, yet he had no way to prove his innocence.

“Okay, okay. Take him for a CT scan, Rika, just in case my punch has damaged his rib or something," he mocked.

Erica gasped and held on to Matthew tightly.

"So, you admit it! How dare you hit my husband! Sheffield, if I see you bully Matthew again, I will definitely tell Dad about this!" She knew that Sheffield was terrified of Carlos, and used his name to threaten the poor man.