Ivanna looked at me sympathetically while I stared back. I was trying hard not to cry.

"Chlo, don't be upset. We're in this together now," she said, trying to console me. My eyes welled up with tears, and I rushed into the bathroom.

I quickly texted Johnson, washed my face, and returned to the room.

"What should we do?" I asked, my voice trembling. "I-I'm ready to do whatever it takes. I don't care about my pride anymore."

Tears streamed down my face, and I felt utterly helpless.

Suddenly,