Russell, Joselyn, and Nathan were around Russell's bed, so there was no place for Chelsea to stay.
"Joselyn, go get some water. Your brother hasn't taken the medicine yet," Broderick said.
"Isn't there someone standing there?" Joselyn frowned.
"Hey, you..."
Broderick wanted to say something. Chelsea took the glass and indifferently said, "I'll go."
Chelsea did not want to stay with those people.
Just as she closed the door, she heard Everett ask. "What exactly happened last night?"
"Nothing," Russell explained, "When we were drinking, we bumped into a few troublemakers and got into a conflict."
"What kind of conflict? You are so injured. Where are the people who hurt you? Where are they now?"
"Mom, I will deal with this matter myself. Don't worry about it."
"How can I not worry?"
