Chapter 184

Leslie? Seriously? What's so great about her? She's not even close to good enough for Broderick. "I'll take care of this. Let me handle it." Lillian said sweetly, head lowered with a carefully practiced obedience. It was blazing hot out, and yet she had on a short-sleeved stress that hit mid-calf, looking all delicate and demure-like some vintage lady straight out of an old black-and-white film. But she clearly didn't plan on letting Leslie inside. She reached out to take the bag from Leslie's hand. Leslie pulled her hand back smoothly, a cold smile tugging at her lips. "What are you doing? Are you a doctor or something? You know how much of the herbs to use when boiling them? You sure you're even doing it right?" she asked, eyes sharp. Lillian froze, clearly at a loss. Like Leslie really knew how to do it herself? "You do? It's all just written there, isn't it? Time, amount... doctors explain that stuff when they prescribe it. Traditional medicine's all kind of the same anyway." Nothi