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.