Sheldon Yale clutched the bedsheet with both hands, unable to hide his disgust for Evelyn Sherman in his eyes.
"If you can make up a prestigious background for her, I'll personally officiate your wedding! Otherwise, you are not allowed to see her!"
"Uncle, you're putting me in a difficult position," Chester Yale said with a cold laugh.
Sheldon Yale knew very well that the Sherman Family had gone bankrupt, Mrs. Sherman had died, Eddy Sherman was still a vegetative person, and Evelyn was almost like an orphan—how could she possibly come from a distinguished family.
Chester Yale's eyes flickered slightly as he leaned forward ever so slightly, "Uncle is ill, so there's no need to worry too much. I have group business to attend to; I'm leaving first."
"Chester!" Sheldon Yale watched, furious, as Chester Yale, who didn't heed a word he said, turned and left the hospital. He reached out in anger and pushed the vase from the bedside to the ground.
