Seeing that I didn’t move, she suddenly grabbed my injured arm and dug her manicured nails into the wound—hard.
“Didn’t you hear me? Get lost!”
The pain was so sharp that my vision blurred for a moment.
I quickly yanked my hand back and warned through clenched teeth, “If anything happens to my hand, my superior will hold you accountable. You’d better be ready to go to prison!”
What she didn’t know was that I was a senior member of the National Secret Research Institute—personally authorized to lead all Level-One classified experiments. Nothing moved forward without me.
If my hand was permanently damaged, the consequences would be devastating.
But when she heard my warning, she didn’t back off. Instead, she let out a mocking laugh. “Prison? Seriously? In Dominia, the Sharp Family is above the law! Who dares throw us in jail?”
As she spoke, she waved her hand—and suddenly, a group of men in black barged in from outside.
Without hesitation, they began shoving the waiting patients out of the hallway.
“What are you staring at? This hospital is now under Miss Sharp’s private use! If you want treatment, go somewhere else!”
Just as they moved toward me, I shouted furiously toward the emergency hall, “Are the hospital’s security guards just for show? Get these thugs out of here—now!”
Medical staff rushed over at the sound, but their expressions were filled more with hesitation than action.
One of them murmured awkwardly, “Miss Sharp just has menstrual cramps. She comes every month—it’ll be a quick visit. Just… let it go.”
She came every month? And every time, she got to cut in line like this?
The more outrageous she acted, the more I refused to back down.
Without another word, I pulled out my phone and called the police. “If the hospital won’t stop her, then I’d like to see if the police dare to!”
But before the call even connected, a furious shout cut through the air.
“That’s enough! If you dare lay a hand on her, you're asking for death!"
I looked up sharply and saw a tall figure striding toward us from the end of the corridor.
Dressed sharply in a tailored suit, with sharp features and a cold expression, it was Ethan.
I thought to myself, no matter what, I was still his fiancée in name.
And considering how much profit this alliance would bring to the Sharp Family, surely he wouldn’t make things too ugly.
I stepped forward, trying to explain, “Mr. Sharp, I was waiting in line like everyone else. It was Chloe who—”
Before I could finish, Chloe shoved me aside and threw herself into his arms, putting on a pitiful act. “Ethan, she bullied me! She even said I should go to jail!”
Ethan immediately pulled her behind him protectively, his eyes fixed coldly on me. “Are you the Lynn Family’s daughter?”
His voice was low, but filled with restrained anger.
Despite the pain in my arm, I straightened my back and replied, “Yes. I’m Ivy—your fiancée. If you have her apologize to me, I’ll drop the matter about her cutting the line today.”
“Apologize?” Ethan’s face visibly darkened and his tone turned harsh. “Chloe’s been frail since childhood. She’s a little blunt, that’s all. And you’re picking a fight with a young girl?”
Young girl?
I glanced at Chloe. She was at least in her early twenties.
I raised my arm, still bleeding from where she clawed it.
“She did this. Asking for an apology isn’t unreasonable, is it?”
But Ethan didn’t even glance at my injury. Instead, he crouched down and gently blew on Chloe’s hand. “Chloe, does your hand hurt?”
I could hardly believe my eyes.
Were these two really just siblings?
***
If Chloe, as my future sister-in-law, already dared to treat me like this now—what would happen after marriage?
This engagement might as well be called off.
Just then, I heard my name called from inside the emergency room.
Relieved, I lifted my foot, ready to head in.
But Ethan suddenly stepped forward and blocked my path.
“You hurt Chloe’s hand,” he said coldly. “You think you can just leave?”
