Y&R Spoilers Devon Slaps Lily for Disobedience – Jill Threatens to Get Winters Chancellor Back

In the dim light of his office, Devon Hamilton’s phone rang, breaking the silence with a sharp trill. He glanced at the screen: Jill Abbott.

Her unexpected call instantly put him on edge. He picked up with a brisk greeting, but Jill wasted no time. Her tone was icy, filled with frustration.

“Devon, enough is enough. I want you to bring Lily back to Winters and keep her in line. I won’t tolerate her reckless behavior any longer.

Billy’s at his wit’s end, and frankly, so am I. If you can’t get through to her, I’ll reclaim Winters myself. Don’t think I won’t—I still own the company.”

Devon clenched his jaw, anger simmering beneath his calm exterior. Jill’s ultimatum felt like a slap in the face, but her words struck a nerve.

Lily had been spiraling, forming questionable alliances and making decisions that left a trail of broken trust and hurt feelings.

Devon had tried reasoning with her, reminding her of the family values that Winters once stood for. But every conversation seemed to end the same way. She would listen with a defiant look, brush off his advice, and insist on going her own way.

Her actions were damaging not just their family and legacy but also hurting Billy. After ending the call with Jill, Devon leaned back, reflecting on how Lily had become almost unrecognizable to him.

There had been a time when he admired her loyalty and strength—when her resolve had been the backbone of their family. But now she was different. Her ambition had become ruthless, her drive for power blinding her to the cost of her actions.

It wasn’t long before Lily herself strode into his office, her confidence barely concealing a hint of disdain. Sensing his disapproval, she remained impassive, dismissing his concerns as another attempt to stifle her independence.

“Lily, what are you doing?” Devon’s voice was steady but tinged with frustration. “You’re tearing apart everything we’ve built. I’ve tried talking to you, reasoning with you, but you won’t listen.”

Lily crossed her arms, her tone cool. “I’m doing what’s best for me, Devon—and for the company. You may not agree with my methods, but you can’t deny my results.”

Devon’s patience was wearing thin. He thought of Jill’s warning, of Billy’s countless disappointments and crushed hopes. “Best for the company?” he asked, voice strained. “You’ve hurt Billy, cast aside the people who care about you. This isn’t just business, Lily. It’s about family, trust, loyalty—everything we were raised to value.”

Lily scoffed, rolling her eyes. “And who are you to lecture me on family values, Devon? We’ve all made mistakes.”

Her words cut deep, and Devon’s mind flashed to that night—the night Lily had made the worst mistake of her life. She had been behind the wheel, reckless and angry, and in one tragic moment, she collided with Hillary’s car.

Hillary, the love of his life, and their unborn child were gone forever. He had forgiven Lily—or so he’d tried to convince himself. But now, watching her spiral, the old anger and buried resentment surfaced.

“Do you even hear yourself, Lily?” His voice cracked, his usual composure slipping. “You haven’t learned a thing since that night. You hurt people and act like it doesn’t matter, like it’s just part of your plan.”

Lily’s face hardened, her eyes narrowing. “You think you’re the only one who suffered, Devon? I live with that guilt every day, but I refuse to let it define me, to hold me back.”

“Hold you back?” Devon’s voice rose, raw and charged with emotion. “You’re out of control, Lily. I’ve tried everything to get through to you, but if you can’t see the damage you’re causing, maybe nothing will.”

Their argument reached a boiling point, their words cutting deeper with each exchange. Finally, in a moment of sheer exasperation and desperation, Devon’s hand lashed out, striking Lily across the face.

The sound echoed in the office—a shocking punctuation to their venomous fight. Lily gasped, her hand flying to her cheek, her eyes wide with a mixture of hurt and disbelief.

The room fell silent, the weight of their shared pain hanging heavily in the air. Devon’s anger dissipated instantly, replaced by regret. He hadn’t meant to lash out physically, but his frustration with his sister’s actions had pushed him beyond his breaking point.

“Lily, I—” he stammered, reaching out, but she recoiled, her expression hardening into defiance.

“Don’t touch me,” she hissed, her voice trembling with hurt and anger. “You think hitting me is going to fix this? You’re just as lost as I am, Devon. Don’t pretend you’re any better.”