Yvonne laughed coldly, standing straight with her cane, her eyes sharp. "Care about me? Then why were you being sarcastic and targeting Leilani just now? Don't you know Leilani is the one who saved my life? I get angry when you treat her like that! And..."
Yvonne's rejection of Tamara was obvious. "You say you're worried about me, but your eyes keep drifting to my brother. Who knows if you're just using me as an excuse to score points with him?"
Having her intentions exposed, Tamara's expression shifted instantly, her voice turning shrill. "Yvonne! How can you misunderstand me like that?"
She turned to Milford, looking like she was about to cry. "Milford, I didn't. I really just wanted to get along with Yvonne."
Milford furrowed his brows, reaching out to hold Tamara's shoulder. He looked at Yvonne with disapproval, feeling she had crossed a line.
"Yvonne, Tamara put a lot of effort into taking care of you while you were in a coma. You can't talk like that. Apologize to Tamara!"
Yvonne said nothing. Apologize to Tamara? In her dreams!
She didn't know what happened while she was in a coma, but her gut told her Tamara was faking it.
Besides, when she was lying in that hospital bed, Tamara wasn't engaged to Milford yet. At most, she was just a visitor. Gloria absolutely wouldn't have let her do any actual work.
"I was in a coma. If anyone took care of me, it was Mom or the nurses. Did she change my bedpans? Just because she visited a few times, I have to be grateful to her?"
Yvonne guessed correctly. During her coma, Tamara only sat by the side. The dirty work was mostly done by Gloria and the nurses. After all, no matter how much Tamara liked Milford, she couldn't bring herself to clean up someone else's mess.

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