Broderick couldn't help but glance at Leslie.
He'd guessed it last night-during dinner at the old house, she must've found something out in the garden. And then Reginald just... snapped.
Heard he's still in the hospital today, hooked up to an IV. The moment the meds stop, he starts losing it again. Poor guy's flat on his back, can't even move.
Broderick didn't go see him himself. It was all secondhand info, but he didn't need to see it with his own eyes. He was sure-Leslie had definitely done something to him.
Still, he was totally on her side with all this.
Right now, she was actually saying she had a cure for Matilda's mouth condition?
That sharp tongue? It was more like a ticking time bomb.
Stare at her too long, and she'd explode. So hearing Leslie say that... it
