Chapter 10 Men Are Just the Worst

"Hey, pretty lady, can I buy you a drink?" In the quiet and elegant bar, a man dressed in a tailored suit approached me with a charming grin. I smiled politely and refused. "No, thanks." I had taken medicine and couldn't drink. I was only here to find a comfortable place to experience nightlife again. "Eleanor!" someone yelled in surprise. "Is it really you? I'm not seeing things, right?" "Is that Eleanor? Oh my god, it is her!" A group of people gathered around me, greasy-faced and sporting big bellies. I recognized them instantly. They were my old university classmates. "What a coincidence." "Wow, we haven't seen you in years, and you're still as gorgeous as ever." "Wait, didn't you get married to William? Isn't your child almost in elementary school?" "You sure don't look like a mom at all!" I wasn't sure if I was imagining it, but their tone showed a faint hint of distaste. Their eyes scanned around as they spoke as if searching for William. Then, their gazes swept over my outfit, probing. "Did you come here alone?" "Yes." I smiled slightly. "Being spoiled sure is fun!" "Back then, William really worked hard to win you over." So what if he put in so much effort? In the end, he still cheated. "That's why I always say that our campus belle is something else. She's married with a family and is still out having fun this late. Truly impressive!" "What, just because a woman gets married and has a family, she's not allowed to go out anymore?" I smiled, but it wasn't genuine. "Aren't all of you married, with wives and kids at home?" I sneered harshly, staring at them with disgust as they stood there with women in their arms. "You can't compare men and women." They burst out laughing. I scornfully looked at them and said quietly, "You're right. Women have greater morality while men are the worst." "Oh, come on. That's a little harsh. Did you fight with William?" "He's a scumbag who's not worth my time." I scoffed, my lips curling in mockery. "You women always act tough, but where would your home even be without men? We're different. Even without women, our life continues. If you ask me, you shouldn't be here behaving out of spite. If William finds out, you two will be done." I let out a cold laugh, my gaze filled with disdain and deep-seated disgust. "If a woman hardens her heart and cuts off all attachment, you'll see that without her, a home will fall apart." … It was already 11:00 pm. Without my restrictions, Charlie was still watching his cartoons. His eyes were clearly sore, but he kept watching TV and would rub his eyes occasionally. "Mr. Charlie, are your eyes hurting?" Mabel tried to advise him. "You've been watching TV for a while. It's time for bed." "My mom isn't here, so you can't tell me what to do." As he spoke, he scratched and shifted uneasily. Mabel approached to check on him and shrieked in horror when she saw his neck had turned red. "Mr. Parker! Mr. Parker!" "What's wrong?" William grimaced and stepped out of his study. "Look at Mr. Charlie! His entire body is covered in rashes!" "How did this happen? He was fine earlier!" He walked over and pulled off Charlie's shirt. Sure enough, his skin was covered in dense, bright red spots. The sight was alarming, and it sent chills down his spine.