Fight for your man.

At the Johnson’s mansion.

Feeling depressed, Amelia returned home looking so downcast. She walked into the living room and met her mum watching TV.

Mrs Ann notices her daughter’s sad demeanor and put the TV on mute. She signals to her daughter to come closer.

The house was basically empty, because they had laid off all the staff due to financial constraints.

“What is the matter, dear?” she asked in a tender tone.

Amelia, who was already sobbing, walked towards her. She gestured for Amelia to sit beside her. She wrapped her arms around Amelia’s waist and drew her closer for a tight hug.

“What is wrong, darling?”

“Why are you looking so sad?” Mrs. Ann asked.

Amelia remained mute. She was still trying to process what was going on. There was no other viable option for her. She was at a dead end.

“Talk to me please.”

“What happened?”

“It’s Arthur.” She finally managed to form words in a cracked voice.

She whimpered as she spoke. Tears dripped down her eyes.

“I went to his office to talk to