“Who did this? What happened? How did you get hurt this badly?”
Leilani had just applied the antiseptic, and since she was wearing a tank top and shorts, the extensive injuries were on full display. The red-purple medicine smeared over the large scrapes looked particularly shocking against her fair skin.
Leilani, overwhelmed by the barrage of questions, gently pulled her hand back. “I'm fine. Just some minor scrapes. They look worse than they feel.”
Judie's eyes widened. “You call these minor scrapes?”
She had never seen a 'minor scrape' that covered the entire area from elbow to leg!
Judie dragged Leilani to the sofa without taking no for an answer. She gingerly lifted a corner of the gauze and saw the weeping wounds underneath. Her eyes instantly reddened.
“This... this is serious! What happened? Leilani, don't try to brush me off. If you don't tell me the truth, I'll... I'll go tell Dante right now!”
Seeing that Judie was about to cry, Leilani had to explain briefly. “When I was shopping with Yvonne this afternoon, someone pushed us. We almost got hit by a truck. Luckily, I reacted fast, so neither of us was seriously hurt. These are just from dodging the truck and hitting the ground.”
“What?” Judie shot up, trembling with rage. “Who is that vicious? Was it that woman Tamara?”
Leilani raised an eyebrow slightly. “Why would you guess her?”
Judie gritted her teeth. “Who else? She acts like such a goody-two-shoes, but she does all the dirty work behind the scenes!”
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