"You want me to find other women, right? Well, I'll do as you wish!" Scott drove me out and asked me to go to the guest room so that he could date other women. He then slammed the door.

If driven out of the room by her husband, a woman might be aggrieved and pained. However, to be honest, I was not pained at all. However, I was sorrowful for being homeless.

I grew up here. When I was six years old, my grandfather brought me here and told me, "Chelsea, this will be your home in the future. Everyone here will be your family."

But after all these years, I never felt like I had a family. My husband didn't love me and my mother-in-law wasn't fond of me. Besides, I couldn't tell grandpa everything. I was so tired!

I didn't want to go downstairs because I had just cried and was afraid that grandpa would capture the clue and keep asking questions. I then went straight to the third floor.

The third floor was rather spacious with many rooms. Except for the main bedroom and the secondary bedroom, which were occupied by Terence and Chloe, the other rooms were empty.

On the third floor, when I was about to find a guest room to stay in, a voice engaged in a telephone conversation came from the other end of the corridor.

"My brother must have a child. It should be four years ago. I've told you in great detail. But you still can't find it out. What a bunch of crap!"

The voice paused for a moment.

"Okay, I'll give you a little more time. If you can't find a clue, you'll have to repay the double amount you receive from me."

I couldn't hear a word of what the person said at the other end of the phone, but from Chloe's tone, I inferred she was asking the private investigator to look for Scott's child.

Why was Chloe so sure that Scott had a child? What on earth did she want to do by looking for that child?

Also, if Scott really had a child, it would be fine if Marilyn kept it from others. Why did she keep it from her daughter?

Just as I was in confusion, Chloe came over in an electric wheelchair. It seemed that she was heading downstairs. When she saw me, she frowned unhappily with her delicate little face darkened, "Chelsea, what a coincidence! Every time I talk about my proper business, you pop up like a ghost!"

I couldn't defend myself. Yesterday, when she was talking to Marilyn about the child, I bumped into her. Today, I happened to hear her looking for the child. If I said that I didn't eavesdrop on purpose, no one would believe it.

I didn't want to explain, so I said indifferently, "Don't worry. I won't tell your brother that you're interested in his child."

I wasn't interested in Scott's matters, nor did I want to meddle in them. Naturally, I wouldn't bother to report to him that his sister was investigating the kid.

But Chloe obviously misunderstood what I meant. Maybe she thought I was threatening her. She looked at me and bit her lip angrily. Panic flashed through her eyes, but in a second she smiled gloatingly, "Aren't you interested in Scott's child? Oh, by the way, he sexually tormented you in the office today, didn't he? Has he scared you so much that you don't dare to go against him?"

Her tone indicated that she was sure that Scott would pick a fight with me at the company. No wonder she suddenly suggested in the morning that I go to work with Terence. It turned out that she was trying to sow discord!

My chest heaved violently from anger. Looking at Chloe in the wheelchair, I felt that she was not pitiful at all. Instead, she was quite formidable. She was like a beautiful snake, which appeared to be harmless, but would inadvertently bite others and injure them severely by underhand means.>

"Mind your own business!" I didn't want to argue with her, so I took a detour to avoid her after the warning.

Chloe curled her pink lips disapprovingly. Suddenly, she looked at my hand with astonishment and shouted sarcastically, "Oh, what's wrong with your hand? It hurts a lot and must be caused by Scott. I'll ask Terence to deal with him!"

I raised my hand in confusion, only to find that the scratches on my palm were bleeding. Most of my hands were dyed red. It looked frightening, but it didn't hurt much.

Chloe took out her cell phone and really called Terence, "Terence, Scott hurts Chelsea. Her hand is injured and bleeds a lot..."

My heart tightened. I quickly grabbed her phone and hung up. "Chloe, what do you want to do?"

Seeing that I was not calm anymore, Chloe smiled happily and said in a kind tone, "Haha... You're hurt, so I call Terence to take care of you. He's an elder anyway. It's reasonable for him to care about us. Don't feel embarrassed."

"You..." I choked so hard that I couldn't refute her. I angrily threw the phone back to her, pushed open the door of a guest room, and walked in, locking the door behind me.

I leaned against the door and closed my eyes to calm down a little, and then went into the bathroom to wash my hands and clean the bloodstains on them. Seeing that there was no medicine box in the room, I casually pulled a tissue and pressed it on my hand.

As soon as I finished all this, someone knocked on the door. I knew it was Terence without guessing.

Chloe asked Terence to come over. She must have an insidious plot for it, so I couldn't open the door. However, the knock on the door kept ringing, which unnerved me.

At this moment, the phone vibrated. It was a text message from Terence. He said he had left in advance for some affairs and put the ointment for the bruise at the door.

He probably figured out why I didn't open the door.

I was grateful for Terence's understanding. I walked to the door, hesitantly unscrewed the door handle, and opened a crack. Seeing a portable medical bag on the ground, I bent over to get it.

But as soon as I reached out, my wrist was grabbed, and a strong masculine aura greeted me!

I found myself deceived. I angrily pulled back my hand and was about to close the door.

However, Terence just grabbed my hand and kept squeezing in.

I resisted his entry with all my might, afraid that someone would catch sight of us. My heart was so flustered that I shouted at him in a bad temper, "Terence, you bastard, how dare you lie to me? Go, go, I don't want to see you!"

If Terence were to come into my room, Chloe would definitely make a fuss about it. Scott might go crazy and have a bitter quarrel with me.

I was already made a victim, so I didn't care if my reputation was a little worse, but there was no need to embroil Terence in trouble and let him be criticized for me, which would ruin his reputation.

"Chelsea, where are you hurt? Let me see." Terence seemed to have ignored my words and insisted on entering the room.

My outstretched hand was not hurt, but he might have thought it was the injured one, so he rolled up my sleeve and looked at it over and over again.

Feeling his slightly cold fingertips brushing against my skin, I couldn't help but tremble. I raised my injured hand and looked at the palm of my hand that had a large piece of skin scratched off. My nose was so sore. Suddenly, I had the urge to let Terence in and lean against his shoulder.

"Terence, you're a man after all. If I let you in, Scott will be unhappy if he finds out. I love him and don't want to annoy him because of you..." I restrained my impulse and spoke calmly and rationally, but every word I said would inexplicably hurt my heart, making me want to cry.

In fact, I really cried. Tears rolled out of the corners of my eyes and fell into my trembling lips. They tasted really bitter and unpleasant.