Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

"You bitch, I heard that you are..." Alena stopped mid-rant when she heard the disconnect tone. She had wanted to give Chelsea
a piece of her mind, but the latter hung up. This pissed her off.
How dare Chelsea hang up the phone on her?
This was the first time Alena was being disrespected. People always flattered and respected her just to be in her good books.
But her former daughter-in-law dared to treat her so rudely!
Alena was so mad that air escaped from her lungs. Seeing that her mother was perturbed, Sonya helped her to sit back on the
sofa.
"Mom, what happened? What did she say?" Sonya asked, looking confused.
"She... she just hung up," Alena stammered, her hands trembling seriously.
Sonya was livid. "What? That bitch is getting more arrogant by the day. I can't believe this. Last time, she splashed coffee on my
face. Did you hear me, Mom? Chelsea wanted to destroy my beauty, so she splashed hot coffee on my face!"
The fact that Chelsea had given her a taste of her own medicine made Sonya's blood boil. She intentionally omitted some details
to incite her mother.
Alena kept taking deep breaths to keep calm.
She knew Chelsea to be a quiet and cowardly young woman. For three whole years, she had watched her cower in fear anytime
she sneered at her. Chelsea never dared to talk back at her, so it was surprising that she hung up the phone.
"How dare Chelsea disrespect you like that, Mom? I'll call my brother so he would see Chelsea's true colors!" Fury was steaming
off Sonya's ears at this time.
Just when she was about to hit the dial icon on her phone, Alena stopped her and said, "No, don't call him. Do you want him to
know that we called to scold her?"

"Then what do we do?" Sonya asked anxiously.
"You know what? I'll deal with her myself!" Alena sneered and clenched her fists. To her, history was about to repeat itself. She
hadn't been able to deal with Jaime's mistress, so he ended up leaving her. How could she let Chelsea be now?
After tapping her right foot on the floor for a long time, Alena came up with an idea. She finally uttered, "You know where she
lives, right? Let's go and confront her there!"
"Huh? We should go to her home? Like right now?" Sonya queried, sitting up.
Alena stood up and responded, "Yes, we should go now! My blood is boiling. I need to teach that slut a lesson today. She must
know that I'm not a woman to be trifled with!"
Sonya was up for it. She sprang up to her feet, grabbed her car keys, and drove her mother down to Chelsea's residence at high
speed.
They knocked on Chelsea's door for a long time, but no one answered.
The noise was getting too much, so Chelsea's neighbor came out and said, "The young lady who lives in that apartment hasn't
been home in days."
"What happened to her?" Sonya and Alena asked in unison.
The neighbor answered, "Well, a man came here a few days ago and caused a scene. I think she now lives at her friend's
house."
"Which of her friends? Can you describe this person?" Sonya immediately asked.
The neighbor had seen Chelsea leave with Fay, so she described Fay's physical appearance in detail.
"Fay fits into this description. Could it be her? How strange!" Sonya said to her mother in disbelief.

It was rather odd to her that Fay was close to Chelsea. She knew Fay to be a cold and indifferent person. When did she become
Chelsea's friend?
"We will find out once we check Fay's residence. Let's go," Alena uttered, holding her daughter's hand.
Alena was willing to go to any lengths to find Chelsea. She could search under a rock if need be.
Sonya knew where Fay lived because Diane had hired someone to spy on Fay a long time ago.
Diane had been so insecure at that time that she feared Edmund was having an affair with Fay. She hired the spy just to make
sure her suspicion wasn't true.
Fay looked cold and had a unique temperament. Her tall figure made her outstanding among the women.
Besides, she was Edmund's right hand. That was why Diane had suspected that she had been Edmund's mistress back then.
Once they arrived at Fay's residence, Sonya knocked on the door incessantly as if she was ready to break it down.
Alena stood behind her daughter and tidied up her clothes. She put on a cold look and took a noble posture as she waited for
someone to answer the door.