Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

She was definitely trying to get on Beverley's good side, but Millie had her own ace up her sleeve. Thinking about it made her bold enough to confront Beverley head-on. "So what if I bought two bags? Can't I treat myself after sitting through those mind-numbingly boring "And it's just a few bags. I haven't even gotten started. This is the supplementary credit card your son gave me, and he hasn't said a word. Why are you the one getting all worked up?"

classes? To be honest, I didn't absorb a single word. The fact that I've lasted this long is a testament to my patience."

Beverley, fuming with a blood pressure spike reminiscent of a ticking time bomb, reminisced about the days when Roseanne was by Murray's side. She never flaunted designer labels nor did she frequently indulge in luxury goods.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Roseanne always dressed modestly but with undeniable taste, making even the most challenging outfits work. On the rare occasions she did sport a designer bag, it was either for a special event or at Murray's request. In comparison to Millie, she was leagues ahead. That was Beverley's unspoken thought, but her frustration made her voice it out loud.

Millie, upon hearing this, let out a cold laugh and retorted, "If you adore her so much, why don't you just bring her back? You and your son are a joke. When she was around, you treated her poorly, and now that she's out of your lives, suddenly you miss her? Know what that's called? Hypocrisy!"

"I'm not Roseanne, and I won't let you push me around. If it comes down to it, we'll both lose, and nobody will be happy!"

"From now on, I'm not following your orders anymore. I'm done with those prenatal classes and fashion courses. If you're so interested, you can go by yourself. Do whatever you want!"

With that, Millie gathered her scattered bags and shopping totes and stormed off.

Beverley, left in the wake of Millie's tirade, felt her blood pressure soar even higher. Turning around, she noticed someone filming her with a smartphone. "What are you filming? Stop it, or believe me, I'll call the cops!"

"Please, you're making a scene, and now you don't want anyone to see?" The bystanders couldn't help but mock her as they dispersed.

Standing there, Beverley felt her heart ache with frustration and anger.

What a mess!

That evening, Beverley was rushed to the hospital with a dizzy spell. Her daughter, Hertha, arrived at the hospital as soon as she heard the news.

In the hospital room, Beverley lay pale and drained, her vibrant persona gone. Hertha had never seen her mother like this and asked anxiously, "Doctor, is my mom going to be okay? She looks terrible"

"The dizziness Mrs. Sherwood is experiencing is a chronic issue that's been well managed over the years. The relapse was triggered by a significant emotional upheaval. For the next few days, it's crucial that she avoids any further stress, remains calm, and focuses on resting," the doctor explained.

Relieved, Hertha saw the doctor out and then turned to see Beverley, groaning softly with her eyes shut, while Sadie was by her side, wiping her forehead and feeding her soup. Settling into a chair, Hertha bit into an apple and eyed her mother with a mix of exasperation and concern.

"Sadie told me you ended up here

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because of that Millie. I've been saying all along that woman is trouble. Now look where we are. All the running around for Millie and the baby, and what do you get? A trip to the hospital. I just don't get what you see in her..."