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."

her teeth in frustration. She hurried over and raised her hand as if

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

staggered back a few steps from the force and pointed angrily

know what Yale did

Yale over and over.

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

to see Mila unfairly criticized. She argued, "Mila and General Morrison have been together

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

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

and your paranoid friend make quite the pair,

Lillian grew so angry that she raised her hand to

and prepared to retaliate, Mila shouted, "Phoebe, she's

wrongly accused, Phoebe

swiftly embraced Lillian, holding her tightly to stop her impulsive actions.