"I got hit," said Chelsea as her sobs turned into loud wails.

"I see. Was it Elliot?"

"Who else would dare lay a finger on me besides him?" Chelsea lifted her head up slightly. She refused to let her tears fall. "Are you going to call me stupid? If I hadn't returned to his side, I wouldn't be suffering this kind of humiliation today."

"What's the point of regretting it? People would just look down on you if you do." Charlie checked the time, then said, "Go home now. If you don't feel like going home, then stay at a hotel. I'll book a flight home."

"Charlie, I'm giving up," sighed Chelsea in defeated exhaustion. "He almost killed me tonight. I don't want to give him anything, not even a single tear… He is not worthy!"

Charlie laughed, "How many times have you said that before? You won't give up till you he is in your hands."

"It's for real this time… He's got a son now. He doesn't need me anymore."

"Get some rest, Chelsea." Charlie sounded utterly calm. "I recently came across