The Wrong Woman

Phoebe burst into the fitting room. She quickly pulled Mila out and positioned herself protectively before her. "Mila, are you okay?"

Salespeople from the store gathered around, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene.

"Darling?" Lillian approached with worry etched on her face.

She supported Yale's arm, bending down to find him clutching his crotch. Seeing the sweat on his forehead and the pain on his face, she felt sorry for him. "What happened? Did Wanda hurt you?"

The situation was clear. This was a women's clothing store, so naturally, the changing room was intended for females.

Therefore, when a man appeared in the fitting room and ended up doubled over in pain, it didn't take much to piece together what had occurred.

Yale winced in pain and muttered, "Wanda was too rough."

Lillian glared at Mila and clenched her teeth in frustration. She hurried over and raised her hand as if she might slap her.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Phoebe acted quickly. She grabbed Lillian's arm and forcefully shoved it away.

Lillian staggered back a few steps from the force and pointed angrily at Mila. "Wanda, you're in trouble. I won't let you off easy!"

"Don't you want to know what Yale did to deserve being hit?" Phoebe countered.

"What could Yale have done? This bitch has been trying to seduce Yale over and over. I've been watching her for a while," Lillian roared. Mila sneered, "Me? Trying to seduce Yale?"

"Wanda, you stole Fenna's man first, and now you're trying to seduce my husband. A woman like you deserves to be publicly shamed!" Lillian snapped. Mila clenched her fists in anger, struggling to contain her laughter. She couldn't believe how foolish Lillian acted as if she were completely oblivious. Despite being unaware of the full situation, those nearby salespeople couldn't resist gossiping and pointing fingers at them.

Phoebe was blunt and couldn't

stand to see Mila unfairly criticized. She argued, "Mila and General Morrison have been together since childhood, admiring each other for years.

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"Fenna is just a sidekick to General Morrison, yet she acts like she's in charge? Now that Fenna's been pushed away, she's causing trouble everywhere. It's unbelievable." "Who are you calling a sidekick?" Lillian jabbed her finger fiercely at Phoebe, her eyes burning with anger, seemingly poised for a fight.

"Say that again if you have the nerve. I'll see that you won't be welcome in Phoenicia!"

"Oh, I'm shaking in my boots. You, the lovesick follower, and your paranoid friend make quite the pair, don't you?" Phoebe taunted.

Unable to think of a comeback, Lillian grew so angry that she raised her hand to strike Phoebe again. Yet, she couldn't match Phoebe's agility.

As Phoebe dodged and prepared to retaliate, Mila shouted, "Phoebe, she's pregnant."

Fearful of being wrongly accused, Phoebe focused on evading Lillian's erratic attacks.

Once Yale regained his senses, he swiftly embraced Lillian, holding her tightly to stop her impulsive actions. He comforted her, "Honey, please don't act rashly. It's not worth risking harm to the baby."

Struggling in Yale's grasp, Lillian insisted, "Darling, let me go. I need to teach her a lesson!"

"Honey, please, calm down," Yale pleaded.

Amid the chaos, Mila silently headed to the cashier's area and searched through a toolbox. After finding a fabric-cutting blade, she quietly approached Yale from behind.

Yale continued to step back while

clutching onto Lillian. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his arm. It took him a moment to realize that his white shirt was now stained with blood.

Mila quickly used her sleeve to apply pressure to his wound. "I'm sorry. I accidentally hurt you again."

Lillian also caught sight of the blood seeping from Yale's arm. In a fit of rage, she bellowed, "Wanda, I'm finished playing nice with you!"

Mila swiftly retreated, with Phoebe stepping forward to shield her, while Yale kept hold of Lillian. The salespeople observed anxiously. Meanwhile, Mila promptly headed to the cashier to settle her bill, then hurried out wearing clothes stained with blood.