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."

at Mila and clenched her teeth in frustration. She hurried over and raised her hand

She grabbed Lillian's arm and forcefully

from the force and pointed angrily at Mila. "Wanda, you're in

you want to know what Yale did to

done? This bitch has been trying to seduce Yale over and over. I've

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

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

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

the nerve. I'll see that

in my boots. You, the lovesick follower, and your paranoid

that she raised her hand to strike Phoebe again.

to retaliate,

of being wrongly accused, Phoebe

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