Who is the father?

Stephanie turned back to face Emily, a malicious smirk plastered on her face.

"So, who is the father of your child? One of the men you slept with to climb to the top?" Stephanie sneered, enjoying the discomfort she was causing Emily.

Emily stood frozen on the spot, unable to find her voice amidst the humiliation.

"Do you allow people like this to shop here?" Stephanie turned to the manager, her tone dripping with disdain.

"If you allow her to continue shopping here, I won't patronize you any longer," she flicked her hair arrogantly.

The manager bowed apologetically, "We are sorry, ma'am. We'll escort her out immediately."

"Please leave," the manager addressed Emily with a frown, his threat of calling the police hanging in the air.

One of the salespersons was signaled to collect the clothes from Emily, ready to strip her of the items she had chosen.

"Wait," Stephanie raised her hand, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Confusion and curiosity spread among the onlookers as they turned their