Chapter 8

A month had passed by the time Jonah was released. "Chelsea, I'm back!" He returned home full of anticipation, only to be disappointed when he found a bunch of strangers moving boxes around the house. "Who are you guys? Why are you in my house? Who let you in?" His expression immediately turned cold, but so did the others. "And who are you, tramp? This is my house. I just bought this villa," said a middle-aged man, who looked at the stubbly Jonah with disdain. "What?" Jonah was in shock, questioning, "Who sold it to you?" "The villa's owner, of course. Ms. Cullen, I think? You know, the pregnant lady from that viral video a while ago." The male owner took a duster and waved it toward Jonah. "Now, leave. Do you even know who I'm talking about? Get out of my living room, and don't dirty my floor. Jeez." Jonah seemingly lost all his strength, allowing the man to push him out the door. He then collapsed onto the ground. Moments later, he rose to his feet and tried to call me with