“I thought you ran away from Sihwa.” I let out as she hesitated in her tracks. “Why did you come back, especially, with Wendy? And when you saw your son getting beaten up, why didn’t you say anything? You left him out there for Sihwa to beat him up to a pulp.”

“He is Sihwa's son. Why do I have to interfere?”

“What did you just say to me?”

“You know what I'm talking about, Gerhard.”

“For fuck’s sake, I don’t know what you are talking about, even although I don’t know what you are fucking talking about, Chelsea.”

“Forget it, Gerhard.” She gave a shaky breath. “There's nothing I...