Joey shot a sharp, piercing glance.

He would not tolerate anyone speaking ill of him, especially when it involved Sophia, whom he cared about deeply.

"Am I mistaken? The scent on you is identical to the one on this woman, indicating you've been with her all along. Did you not consider my sister when you were entangled with your mistress?"

Joey's anger was evident, but my sister only responded with colder sarcasm.

"Stop spouting nonsense. She should be resting at home now…" Joey's voice faltered slightly, losing its firmness. "I'm here to see a patient. I've had enough trouble; don't make things worse."

"Yes, your little job is so crucial,...