Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Beverley was fuming, so much so that she did something she'd never considered before-chasing after the confrontation. She always thought it beneath her, something only the desperately cornered would do. Yet, here she was, indistinguishable from what she despised. It was clear; she was livid. "Sharp-tongued and arrogant, no wonder there's an old saying, 'Birds of a feather flock together.' You're all the same, lacking any semblance of manners!"

Leda couldn't help but laugh at the accusation, especially when it implied something about Roseanne- that was crossing a line!

"Shut your trap, you hag!"

"Oh, did I strike a nerve? She's been with my son for six years without a peep. Clearly, that's a dry well! Funny, isn't it? Your overreaction makes me think you've got a guilty conscience."

"Ha!" Leda scoffed. "Six years and no baby, ever considered it might be your son with the issue? He's a regular at the hospital, can't seem to cut back on smoking and drinking. Maybe it's high time your precious boy got checked out, in case the problem's on his end-" Leda's gaze shifted to Millie's belly, causing a sudden change in her complexion as she stumbled over her words, "I've only ever been with Murray, I would never betray him..."

Beverley, protective of her son Murray, retorted, "Spout any more nonsense, and I'll tear your mouth apart—"

As if Leda would back down. She rolled up her sleeves in defiance, "Come on then, let's see who ends up tearing who!"

Seeing the argument escalate, Roseanne tried to calm Leda down.

Millie, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, stood to the side. When Roseanne moved closer, Millie suddenly yelped, "Ouch!" and slumped to the ground. "My belly! It hurts so much!"

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