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."

teeth in frustration. She hurried over and raised her

grabbed Lillian's arm and forcefully

force and pointed angrily at Mila. "Wanda, you're in trouble. I won't let

Yale did to deserve being hit?"

This bitch has been trying to seduce Yale over and over. I've been watching her for a

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

was blunt and couldn't stand to see Mila unfairly criticized. She argued, "Mila and General Morrison have been together since childhood,

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

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

my boots. You, the lovesick follower, and your paranoid friend make quite the

she raised her hand

dodged and prepared to retaliate,

of being wrongly accused, Phoebe

Lillian, holding her tightly to stop her impulsive actions. He comforted her, "Honey, please don't act rashly. It's not worth risking harm