Having received a slap from her mother-in-law in front of the guests for a poorly set table, Margaret began pulling some things out of the cabinet, and the guests were STUNNED by what they saw…

— Oh, Zelda Patterson, ew, what is this even? We should’ve gathered at a cafe and celebrated Nicholas’s birthday properly. — Decent people should’ve gathered. How did you not foresee this, Zelda Patterson, with your mind and life experience.

— And what is this anyway? What kind of amateur hour, ew? Margaret peeked from the kitchen and saw Lena, saying all this, pointing at her Mimosa salad with her manicured finger. — What kind of salad is this even? It bombed Margaret. Her face flushed deeply red, and she was about to reply when the doorbell rang.

Nicholas, as if stung, rushed to open it, and behind him, lewdly swaying her hips, hopped Lena. Margaret stood bewildered by the table in the living room when her mother-in-law quite painfully elbowed her in the side. — Why are you standing, fool? Didn’t get the hint? You can’t serve this to decent people.

— Come on, quickstep, redo everything and set the table anew. — Are you kidding? Nicholas is almost head of department, and you present him with your worthless salads. With these words, Zelda Patterson grabbed the trash bin and one after another started dumping the appetizers and salads prepared by Margaret into it.

Margaret didn’t even have time to come to her senses as only her ill-fated Mimosa salad, wrecked by her mother-in-law’s efforts, remained on the festive table. — What the hell are you doing! — Margaret got angry and forcefully grabbed her mother-in-law by the arm. — If you don’t like it here, get out and take your former daughter-in-law with you.

Zelda Patterson wouldn’t tolerate such disrespect and slapped her daughter-in-law hard, making tears fountain from her eyes instantly. After the physical punishment, the mother-in-law opened her mouth to add verbal slaps, but instead got a fist right to the nose. Margaret wouldn’t tolerate assault and retaliated immediately, without delay…

Zelda Patterson squealed in pain and yelled at the top of her lungs: — Nick! Nicky! Help! Murder! People! Help! However, at least a minute passed before Nicholas rushed to the living room at his mother’s cries. Zelda Patterson instantly quieted, and Nicholas started figuring out what happened here.

However, Margaret noticed one feature on her husband’s face, thanks to which Zelda Patterson and her insane aggression immediately faded into the background. Nicholas’s entire face, from neck to bridge of nose, was thickly smeared with lipstick traces, the one shining on Lena’s lips. — Nicky! Son! Has she gone completely nuts? She needs to be put in a loony bin.

— Look, she broke my nose to blood, and before that she threw all her appetizers into the trash bin. How does the earth hold such people? — Margo, what have you done? — Nicholas yelled at his wife in rage. His face twisted in anger.

However, Margaret stood silently with an impenetrable expression, militantly crossing her arms on her chest. — Go look at yourself in the mirror, — she said in a metallic voice, pushing Nicholas toward the mirror. — And when did you even manage that, huh? She licked you from head to toe already…