Chapter 133 Compromises

Bang! Bang! The door soon gave way from the persistent pounding.

Inside, Doris was surrounded by several men.

Jay's blood boiled at the sight. Wasting no time, he stretched out walked towards the men. The next moment, a brawl broke out among them, one against many.

He swung his chair as he blocked off their attacks. His enemies fell one after another, until at last, they retreated after being roughed up.

"Are you all right, Doris?" Jay was beside Doris instantly, his strong arms helping her stand.

Doris was wide-eyed in fear. She had never witnessed such a violent scuffle before. As she became conscious of Jay's arms around her, she pulled him closer and broke out into sobs. "Thank God you are here."

"Why didn't you call me?" Jay asked softly, willing away the tremors that racked her body.

"It… It wasn't that easy. Those men said they were here to see a doctor. I had no idea and the next thing I knew..."

Her voice trailed off, leaving the rest of her sentence unfinished. Doris knew that Jay was against her job, and she no longer had any strength left to argue.

Jay saw shadows cross her eyes and breathed out a resigned sigh. "As long as you're fine. Let's get you something to eat."

Doris nodded obediently. It was one of those rare moments where she acquiesced without arguing. Jay held her close as he led her ou

. He took out his phone and dialed Charles' number.

"What's wrong?" Charles answered in an unsteady voice.

"Charles, are you sober now?"

Last night at the bar, Charles downed one drink after another. He was hammered by the time they left.

"Yes. What is it?" From his voice, Jay could tell that he was still in stupor.

"Well, Dorothy..." Jay began.

But before he could finish his words, Charles interrupted him.

"What about her?"

Charles rubbed his forehead to relieve the pounding as his annoyance rose over his drunkenness.

Last night, it was Dorothy who picked him up from the bar.

She stayed with him the whole night.

It was the perfect opportunity for her to earn his favor. She immediately asked the servant to cook a bowl of soup for him to sober up. Then, she took it upon herself to feed him.

She took such good care of him.

In his liquor-induced languor, Charles thought she saw Nancy.

As Dorothy cleaned his body, he grabbed her hand and asked, "Nancy! You are Nancy, aren't you?"

As the name fell between his lips, Dorothy felt bitterness rise to her throat.

Even now, he kept on calling that other woman when she was the one here. Why couldn't Charles just forget Nancy?

"Nancy, please. Just tell me what I can do to make you come back. I'll do anything!" Charles pleaded, his voice thick with misery.