Chapter 547

Queenie had seen the footage of the incident last night. If she hadn't seen the brutal punches Gwendolyn landed on Stacy and how badly the latter got roughed up, she wouldn't think Stacy had been hurt at all. Stacy looked like a female bandit as she sat on the edge of the bed with her foot up on a stool, her food container in hand. She was talking loudly with the other women in the room, her voice strong and carrying as always. Queenie suddenly had an epiphany—Stacy had only been able to put up with a man like Hanson because they were two peas in a pod. Stacy recovered well for someone who had sustained a rough beating last night; she could get her own food and even make friends with the other patients in her room. More importantly, she seemed to be well-rested, and her appetite was commendable. She bounced back quickly, just like Hanson. For all his whining, he was holding out pretty well. Queenie had heard that the wicked lived long. She had never seen Layla before, but given h