Miller failed to notice Zack. He raised his hand at Megan, ready to slap her across her face. Zack grabbed the middle-aged man’s wrist before he could do it.
Miller didn’t like to be stopped right now. He glared in Zack’s direction. But when he noticed that it was Zack, a flattering smile replaced the anger on his face, “Mr. Dean? What brought you here?”
Zack lowered his gaze and saw Megan’s wrist. It was already bruised and red.
Zack pulled the girl away in his arms, “Mr. Dunn, how could you treat your own daughter this way? That man is a piece of trash.”
Miller was a bit angry. But he knew he couldn’t offend the young man before him, so he forced out a smile, “Mr. Dean, I’m sorry. But this is a family issue.”
“So what?”
“Megan is of the right age of getting married. You must’ve
