Chantel, Come Home

"Is there something wrong with your ears?" Alan shook his head with a look of pity.

"Are you saying that you and Chantel were having sex in the bathroom?"

"Regardless of what we were doing, you don't stand a chance," Alan said as he picked up his wine glass and walked away.

He did not admit anything, nor did he deny it.

Aileen clenched her fists. She felt helpless against Alan's psychological torment. Even though Alan did not explain things in detail, he did not give her the slightest chance.

Aileen was not the type of person to not admit defeat. However, she hated being defeated by Chantel.

After all, they were meant to be siblings.

With this thought, Aileen walked over to Mother Quan and asked softly, "Auntie, could I speak to you for a moment?"

Mother Quan nodded and walked out of the room to the garden outside.

"Aileen, what did you want to speak about?"