Daddy the Miracle Medic novel Chapter 352

Chapter 352 Was It a Scam All Along?

The mischievous kid actually spat at him?

What a brat! Clearly not taught any manners!

But Lachlan couldn't stoop to the level of a seven or eight-year-old, so he looked towards the kid's dad.

As the saying goes, "If you don't teach your child, it's your fault as a parent."

If his son spat at someone else, shouldn't the dad apologize?

However, at this moment, that bald-headed man in his thirties just smiled and looked at Lachlan without any indication of apology.

He even glanced greedily and jealously at Miranda.

Lachlan's face immediately darkened and he spoke coldly, "Dude, your kid spat on me. Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Miranda also glared angrily at both father and son.

Nora clenched her fists with an angry expression on her face as if ready to fight.

"A child doesn't know better. You're not going to argue with a child, are you?"

"That's being too petty," said the baldy man nonchalantly.

He even turned around and accused Lachlan from his moral high ground for being unreasonable when his own child was young and didn't know better.

Upon hearing this remark, all three of them showed anger in their expressions.

Nora had an especially fierce look on her face as she wanted to hit the chubby boy.

Lachlan protected Nora by pulling her back, "Nora, don't hit anyone." He didn't want Nora getting into trouble for hitting someone despite how much training she had undergone under him which made her stronger than most martial artists in their early stages of training.

Lachlan repeatedly warned Nora not to fight with other kids in kindergarten easily but still felt uneasy about what could happen if she punched this chubby boy now that they were out here causing trouble.

"What are you doing? Little girlie! Do you want me to beat you up?" The chubby boy raised his chin arrogantly while speaking out loud.

The baldy man sneered contemptuously while looking down upon Lachlan, "What? Can't handle playing games like ring toss so now we have real-life combat?"

Lachlan snorted coldly, "Who told you I can't handle it?"

"Oh? Then let's compare. Who can wrap more and better things?"

"Dare you?"

"What's the point of talking here? If you have the guts, win some good stuff for your wife and daughter!"

"Everyone, what do you think?" The man challenged, shouting at the onlookers.

The crowd was just there to watch a show and didn't mind getting involved in something big. They immediately joined in with cheers.

At this moment, the vendor exchanged glances with the man before walking over with a smile on his face. He tried to act as a mediator and advised Lachlan, "Bro, we're all here to have fun. Don't get angry now."

He continued, "Why don't you two compete? If you win against him, it'll be considered winning some face for your wife and daughter too! Isn't that better than nothing?"

"That's right! Let's compare! Dare you?" The man sneered.

Lachlan remained calm but looked meaningfully at both the vendor and man after their brief eye contact earlier couldn't escape his notice.