Ynda had stumbled upon a video circting in the upscale Zion City socialite circles showing Ste being roughed up, and initially thought sharing it with Lizetta might cheer her up. But now, she felt keeping anything rted to Remington and his circle away from Lizetta was perhaps the kindest act.


    As Ynda looked down to close the paused video, her fingers slipped, and the video red to life.


    "Ah! Help, get off... It wasn''t me!"


    Ste''s screams immediately filled the air.


    Ynda could see the smile fade from Lizetta''s face.


    Regretting herck of rity, she quickly dimmed her phone''s screen, intending to pocket it, but Lizetta had already raised her hand.


    "I want to see."


    With no choice, Ynda walked over.


    The video, filmed by an unknown bystander, only captured the back of the hefty woman assaulting Ste, but Ste, pinned and kicked on the ground, was visible in clear detail.


    Lizetta watched intently, while Ynda cautiously observed her, worried that the sight of Ste in distress might trigger unpleasant memories for Lizetta.


    However, Lizetta remained calm throughout, her gaze as if watching an inconsequential clip.


    Once the video ended, Ynda tried to lighten the mood, "Really, it''s nothing exciting. Her screams, so grating, you''d think it was a pig being ughtered..." As Ynda reached for her phone, Lizetta yed the video again, looking up with a chuckle.


    "Actually, it''s quite satisfying, a real appetite booster."


    Relieved, Ynda said, "Well, in that case, let me get you some extra for breakfast. Don''t let Ms. West''s dramatic performance go to waste." Lizetta smiled lightly, nodding. Ynda turned to serve up a hearty breakfast, while Lizetta''s gaze lingered on the video, her mind racing.


    She had noticed earlier; the ces Ste was hit mirrored the bruises on her own body.


    Now, seeing it again, she was even more convinced.


    "Where did this videoe from? Why was Ste beaten?"


    Taking the soup bowl, Lizetta inquired.


    Ynda shrugged, "Remember the West family dinner I went to? I joined a socialite group there, and it popped up from that chat.


    Who knows what caused it. The group''s been buzzing, guessing maybe Ste did something


    shameless, like seducing someone''s husband. Not that she hasn''t tried that before... Her vibe''s too loud to miss, always flirting with married men..."


    As Ynda set up the hospital bed''s table dishes and sweet beame she realized toote


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    might have spoken out of turn again.


    Head bowed in regret, she nearly bit her tongue.


    "Don''t bite!"


    But Lizetta, seemingly reading her thoughts, leaned in and gently held her chin.


    Ynda looked up to find Lizetta setting down the phone, smiling.


    "Yoli, I''m not that fragile. You don''t have to be so cautious around me, really. Waking up yesterday, I realized how foolish I''ve been. I have so many true friends who care about me, dreams I haven''t pursued, and t worth


    so much life to live. It''s not dwelling on the past for anyone! I believe Daisy would want her mom to be strong, and I will be!"


    Ynda''s eyes teared up, and she hugged Lizetta tightly.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.


    "I believe in you!"


    Lizetta smiled, though the joy didn''t quite reach her eyes.


    That video, she knew, was someone venting on her behalf, returning the blows she suffered at the West family dinner with interest. And she was well aware of who knew her injuries well enough to do so.