Zack immediately lifted his leg as if to kick Riley in the thigh.
He was over six feet tall. If he really landed that kick, Riley's leg could very well break.
The startled Riley quickly stepped back to avoid it, but because of her high heels, she stumbled and fell to the ground in an embarrassing manner.
Nevertheless, Zack had only been faking the attack. His foot hovered momentarily before he retracted it, making it clear he had just been trying to scare her.
"Relax. No matter how rude I might be, I'd never actually hit a woman. But you? You're absolutely the worst for encouraging a child to attack a pregnant woman. You're utterly deranged and as shameless as they come!"
Zack sneered coldly, his eyes filled with contempt.
"Not bad. You've recently picked up a few words to argue better, huh?"
Zack scratched his head. "Of course."
At that moment, two waiters came out—one invited them inside to eat while the other helped Riley up.
The crowd around them had been watching the whole thing unfold. From their murmurs, it was clear they all knew exactly who had made a fool of themselves.
Riley's face turned green with anger. Dragging Peggy along, she stomped away.
…
That evening, after dropping Mia off, Angela returned to the hospital.
She hadn't expected Dexter to be there already, sitting on the couch in her hospital room, seemingly busy with work. Beside him sat a man with black-framed glasses. The latter had a stern, scholarly demeanor.
"Come here." Dexter beckoned her. "This is Dr. Sheldon Larson. He's here to give you a check-up."
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