Cathy Xavier's cheeks flushed red, at a loss for what to do.
A dark glint flitted through Wayne Bailey's eyes. Dentures?
The doctor, with his wealth of experience, could tell a porcelain tooth apart with just a glance.
"Dentures? Her entire body is fake," Anna Jadwin added, unfazed, "Wayne Bailey, you should really check over that counterfeit good you're embracing. Her face is a plastic surgery monster, you should know that?"
Cathy Xavier started to become agitated, muffled noises escaping her throat.
Wayne's face darkened, "You think everyone is like you, fake from head to toe?"
Anna Jadwin really wanted to slap him in the face with Maltose!
The doctor brought out a bottle of medicine, diluted it, and had Cathy Xavier hold a mouthful in her mouth.
The Maltose needed to dissolve first; the water contained pain relief and hemostasis agents.
"Darling, you should have a piece too," Raphael Bailey said, picking up a biscuit with an unnatural embarrassment in his voice.