Thea was drenched, still clutching the microphone in her hand.

Staring at the Chelsea holding the basin, her lips trembled. She gritted her teeth and shouted, “Chelsea!”

“Awake now? If not, I don’t mind drenching you again.”

The music continued to play. Chelsea threw the basin towards the stereo, knocking it to the floor with a loud crash, startling Thea.

The noisy music abruptly stopped.

“What’s going on? What happened?”

Versta, also disturbed, hurried in wearing pajamas. Seeing Thea soaked, he knew his daughter had been bullied. “Chelsea, what’s this about?”

“Dad, she threw cold water on me. It’s freezing…”

Shivering, Thea was quickly wrapped in a blanket by a...