My fiancé's foster sister cut in line, so I called off the engagement.

Seeing that I didn't move, she grabbed my wound and pinched it hard with her nails: "Did you hear me? Get out of here right now!"

When she pinched me like that, the pain was so severe that I felt dizzy.

I quickly pulled my hand out: "If anything happens to my hand, my boss will never let you go! Just wait for jail time!"

Ivy doesn't know that I am a first-level member of The Institute, and all first-level experiments must be performed by me.

If this hand were really broken, the damage caused would be immeasurable.

When she heard me say that, not only did she not let go, she even sneered, “Go to jail?!”

"In Metropolis City! We, the Wentworth Family, are the king! Who dares to put us, the Wentworth Family, in jail!"

As she spoke, she waved her hand, and a group of men in black rushed in from outside the door.

They rudely chased away the patient waiting in the corridor, "What are you looking at?"

"This hospital today! It's reserved by our Ms. Wentworth! If you want to see a doctor, go to another hospital!"

Just when they were about to touch me, I hurriedly shouted towards the emergency room lobby: "Are the security guards in this hospital just for show? Why don't you kick the troublemakers out?"

Hearing this, the medical staff came over, but their faces were more of an embarrassment. "Ms. Wentworth just has menstrual pain, it comes every month, just wait a while, forget it..."

Come every month?

Do you cut in line with ordinary people like this every month?

The more she acts like this, the more I can't indulge her!

Thinking about it, I picked up my phone and called the police. "If the hospital doesn't dare to do anything to her, I want to see if the police dare to do it!"

As soon as I finished speaking, a roar interrupted me: "Enough! You dare to bully her, you are going to die, right?!"

I looked up and saw a tall figure rushing towards me from the end of the corridor.

The man in a well-tailored suit with a stern look in his eyes was Lucas.

I thought to myself, no matter what, I was his nominal fiancée.

Considering that the marriage between the two families can bring considerable benefits to the Wentworth Family, he at least won't make such a mess.

I took a step forward and tried to explain, "Mr. Wentworth, I lined up according to the rules. It was Ivy..."

Before I could finish my words, Ivy pushed me away and rushed over to me aggrievedly: "Brother, this woman bullied me! She also said that she would put me in jail!"

Lucas held her behind him and stared at me: "Are you the daughter of the Sinclair Family?"

His voice was low and filled with suppressed anger.

I endured the pain from my wound and stood up straight: "Yes, I am Evelyn Sinclair, and also your fiancée."

"If you ask her to apologize to me, I can forget about her cutting in line today."

"Apologize?!" Lucas' face visibly darkened, and his tone was very unfriendly, "Ivy has had poor health since she was a child, and her temper is also straightforward."

"Why are you arguing with a little girl like her?"

Little girl?

I looked at Ivy. She must be in her early twenties at least.

I raised my arm that was still bleeding. "She pinched me. Is it okay to ask her to apologize?"

In the end, Lucas didn't even look at my injury. Instead, he bent down and blew on Ivy's hand: "Ivy, does your hand hurt?"

I couldn't believe my eyes.

Are they really brother and sister?

Ivy is my sister-in-law, and she dares to treat me like this now. What will happen when I marry her in the future?

It’s better not to have this engagement.

At this moment, my name was called in the emergency room.

I felt relieved and prepared to go to the emergency room.

But Lucas blocked my way and said, "You hurt Ivy's hand, and you still want to leave?"