"You're lucky you weren't beaten to death. You must have a death wish to dare to provoke a mentally ill person with aggressive tendencies," the officer reprimanded the man sternly. The man seemed visibly terrified and stopped shouting.
Ewan looked at Dexter and respectfully said, "Mr. Black, it's time to..."
Dexter reached for my hand, whispering, "Sophia, let's go home." However, I couldn't understand why I felt inexplicably annoyed.
At the door, the girl's family arrived to pick her up, and their well–off appearance put me at ease.
"Goodbye, Miss, Mister. Until next time." The girl waved. The man who came to pick her up looked authoritative and respectable.
"Thank you both for this," the man said politely.
"You're welcome," I replied with a polite smile.
Dexter looked at him warily and shielded me behind him.