Chapter 2

Bullying classmates?

I frowned.

I knew my daughter's personality better than anyone.

She was gentle and introverted.

She'd be lucky if others didn't bully her.

Remembering yesterday's incident, a bad feeling washed over me.

I rushed to the school without delay.

Outside the office door, My daughter was kneeling on the ground, sobbing and pleading repeatedly.

Miller sat with her legs crossed, pointing at my daughter's nose and cursing angrily: "Like mother, like daughter.

School just started and she's already into this bullying crap.

If she doesn't want to study, she can get the hell out."

"Don't stop!

Keep kowtowing until your mom gets here, until your classmate forgives you..."

My daughter's forehead was covered in bruises.

Sharp pebbles had broken through her tender skin, leaving shocking streaks of bright red.

My blood boiled.

I rushed forward and pulled my daughter up.

Seeing me, Miller acted as though she'd finally caught me red-handed.

She jumped up, grabbed a little boy standing nearby, and lifted his hand for me to see: "Emma's mom, look at this.

Your daughter caused such a big wound on this student's right hand.

What kind of dark heart does this child have?"

"This student is going to Harvard someday.

If she delays his education, can you take that responsibility?"

The boy had a faint scratch on his pinky finger that would heal completely in a few more minutes.

I rolled up my daughter's sleeve without saying a word.

Her wrist and forearm were covered in bite marks of varying depths.

The deepest ones were purple-black and blue, overlapping densely in a way that was unbearable to look at.

Miller gave an exaggerated "Oh!" as if just noticing, then made a show of helplessness, poking my daughter's head with her index finger: "Why didn't you tell me about this, child?

But you can't blame others either.

Just because you have a special constitution and it looks more serious doesn't change the fact that you bullied someone."

"Out of all these people, why did he single you out?

You must have done something bad to make him have no choice but to take action."

Hearing this, the boy was instantly emboldened, standing in front of Miller like a Chihuahua with its owner's backing: "It's all your fault!

Why won't you buy us snacks?

My mom told me the whole school could've had snacks, but you ruined it!"

"Why should your family get special treatment?

If you don't follow Miller's rules, you have to pay the price!"

I was furious and about to explode when my daughter pitifully tugged at the corner of my shirt, pleading: "Mom, it doesn't hurt.

I did something wrong and broke Miller's rules.

Let's just accept Miller's punishment."

"I want to play with my classmates, to be like everyone else..."

My daughter wiped away her tears, her eyes full of pleading.

I was instantly speechless.

The words that had reached my lips simply wouldn't come out.

From the day she was born, my daughter had been the treasure of our entire family.

She'd never been wronged like this before.

But looking at my daughter's teary eyes, my anger deflated like a punctured balloon, suddenly softening.

I forced myself to swallow this humiliation and squeezed out a smile: "Okay, I will order the snacks right now."

I pulled out my phone on the spot and called to pre-order a truckload of snacks.

My daughter jumped up excitedly: "Now everyone will forgive me!

I can finally play with everyone!"

Seeing this, Miller raised her eyebrows smugly and mocked sarcastically for a while before suddenly remembering something, her tone loaded with meaning: "Should've done this from the start.

Acting like you're some pure lotus flower above it all."

"Turns out you're pretty generous when you want to be.

Before, you were so petty about every little thing.

I thought your family couldn't even afford to put food on the table."

"The payment link in the group expires tomorrow.

You know what to do."

I pretended not to understand, casually deflecting with a few words without mentioning buying the watch, then turned and left with my daughter.

After we'd gone far enough, Miller's eyes couldn't hide her disgust.

She ground her teeth and cursed under her breath: "Damn it, won't even buy one watch, you cheap bastard."

"If you won't spend the money, then don't blame me for what happens next."