Chelsea suffered a huge blow.

She could not accept this.

"Did I actually lose my head for a wackjob? I'll be the laughing stock of the world if this got out!" thought Chelsea.

She would look crazier than a person suffering from a mental illness!

"Even so, he's not the kind of nut case you find in mental hospitals!" Chelsea forcibly defended Elliot. "His illness didn't stop him from becoming the richest man! It also didn't stop him from having a child! So what if he's sick in the head?!"

Charlie chuckled coldly at his sister's faraway look, then said, "Call me the next time he picks on you, Chelsea. It's not a crime when someone with a mental disability commits murder. Even if you end up dying by his hands, you had it coming!"

"You say such horrible things!"

"It's hard to accept the truth!" Charlie adjusted his collar, then said lightly, "Haven't you ever wondered why this mental illness of his is not public knowledge? If he didn't care, then why can't you find anything about thi