In my previous life, I was afraid that they would hold a grudge against Rachael, so I kept persuading her not to meddle in other people's business. However, she refused to listen, which led to the tragic death of my family.
"Maybe we shouldn't," I replied casually.
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"Eve, how can you be so heartless? What if something is really wrong with that child? If I tell them to get a check-up, it could be a good deed!"
Rachael immediately criticized me with dissatisfaction.
"Well, go ahead then," I said, knowing she was determined to cause trouble.
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She probably expected me to dissuade her again, but when I didn't, she took it as a sign that she was right and that I was embarrassed by her words.
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So she raised her head and walked over.
I quickly wheeled my son into a hidden corner, pretending we didn't know her.
Rachael recklessly rushed to the neighbors and pointed at the child.
Then she said arrogantly, "Is something wrong with your baby? He looks different from other kids. Maybe you should take him to the hospital for a check-up."
The neighbors' expressions changed instantly.
"What's wrong with you? If you're sick, go see a psychiatrist. I think there's something wrong with you. There is something wrong with your whole family! You're crazy."
The mother of the child cursed at Rachael and seemed like she wanted to hit her.
"You're so ungrateful! I'm trying to help you. If something's really wrong with your child, I could be your savior," Rachael retorted.
She was dissatisfied that her good intentions had been met with ingratitude.
Her words inflamed the mother's anger.
She put her child in the stroller and lunged at Rachael.
The two women started pulling each other's hair and tearing at each other's clothes, completely entangled in a vicious fight.
Rachael, having never fought before, was quickly overwhelmed.
After a while, a lot of scratches appeared on her body and face.
Seeing that Rachael was getting beaten badly, I slowly went to find the security guard to break up the fight.
By the time the security guard separated them, Rachael was sitting on the ground, disheveled and humiliated.
The mother continued to curse at her before walking away with her child.
Rachael turned to see me standing nearby my son's stroller.
She angrily stormed over.
"Evelyn, why didn't you help me? You just stood there and watched me get beaten."