So, there was nothing to do but to give Leda the death stare.

If looks could kill, she'd be Swiss cheese by now.

"Ms. Reynolds, you might... have the wrong idea about me." Millie looked up, her eyes wide and pleading.

Too bad Leda wasn't buying it. "Wrong idea? You think you have any dignity? Know what shame is?"

Beverley snapped, "Leda, don't push it! I'm still your elder, after all."

"Oh, playing the age card when you're losing the argument, huh? Sadly, I'm not one to be bullied. Want to see how far I can really go?"

Beverley was speechless.

"Enough, Leda. There's no point in arguing with them," Roseanne interjected, tired of the pointless bickering. Winning the argument wouldn't change a thing.

Her calm tone and cool gaze were like a fuse, instantly setting Beverley off.

"Feeling inferior, are you?" she scoffed. "After being with our Murray for years with nothing to show for it, and Millie gets pregnant just like that?"

"A barren hen can only fool a young and naive Murray. Thinking I'd let you into the Sherwood family? Dream on!"

was clearly triggered because Roseanne had ignored her completely from the start. This disregard felt like

it was always Beverley who treated Roseanne as if she were invisible, and Roseanne had no choice but to endure it. Now, the roles were reversed, and the power was in Roseanne's hands. How could Beverley stand for

to grovel at her feet suddenly jumped on the dining table, barking and even

just smiled. "Sorry,

dreams. Whoever wants to enter

or

none of my business."

turned green with

it's

with such force that Roseanne couldn't pull

and our baby, we're going to be

replied

"Thank you."

rolled her eyes,

"She thinks she's

opera or

could

her own

lead in

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