Eileen winced in pain as she clutched her bitten hand, frustration evident in her curses directed at the well-intentioned crowd. Ignoring her discomfort, she bravely attempted to approach the frightened dog once more, hoping to reassure it and calm its fears. However, Dale intervened swiftly, his grip firm as he pulled her back, concerned for both her safety and the dog's agitation.
“Rex looks freak out. Let’s give him a break.” He said softly, “Go to the hospital. I’ll be waiting here so no one would touch him.”
Dale glared at me as if he wanted to strangle me. Meanwhile, Eileen wept in anguish. Dale frowned, unable to comprehend why I had persuaded him to retrieve the dog with gentle words, only for things to end up like this. He was now focused on resolving the issue.
“Did Liam annoy him so Rex bit him and you went out after him to hit him?” It was nothing but an accusatory tone. “Didn't I tell you two not to bother him? Why don’t you get it?”