Leslie's eyes narrowed slightly.
Yup, just like she thought-behind that gentle facade, Lillian was rotten to the core.
Actually... just like her.
The sweeter her smile, the more poisonous she became.
Trying to ruin her face and pin it on her?
Sure, Leslie would play along. But the timing? Not now.
Her hand shot out like lightning, grabbing Lillian's wrist and squeezing hard.
Lillian flinched from the pain-she couldn't even hold the needle steady. It clattered to the floor.
The soft clang echoed gently, caught by Leslie's sharp ears.
Footsteps were coming.
"You really had the guts to hug my husband? You dared touch Broderick? I'm furious! He's mine! Who gave you permission to lay a finger on him?"
Leslie snapped.
She slapped Lillian hard across the face
