The Love that Never Really Dies

They had also been registered as “Hayes” instead of “Jadeson”, but that still wasn’t a reason to treat them so lowly.

This was a parents’ group chat, after all. Didn’t they have even this basic sense of respect?

Sasha was in disbelief.

The bell finally rang, and Sasha walked in with her card in hand.

As expected, the Grade 1 Class 4 classroom was already surrounded by parents waiting eagerly.

Every one of them was dressed to the nines, and the women had expensive purses to top it all off.

As for the men, if they weren’t on a phone call with their expensive briefcases between their arms, then they were purposely flashing their wrists adorned with pricey watches as they scrolled through their first-class mobile phones.

“Mrs. Lane, Jean did exceptionally well today. Maybe you can give her a nice reward when you get home.”

“Mr. Lynch, Jayden is a really bright kid. He got a few questions wrong, but I’m sure he’ll do even better for the next test.”

“Mrs. Thompson!”

The teacher started calling out each child from the classroom.

As each kid came outside, she started patiently explaining their results and describing what they could do to improve to their parents.

After that, all the parents went home happily.

was time for Ian and Matteo to

Is

here,” Sasha

had been crowding around the classroom immediately parted ways

felt everyone’s eyes on

of those twins,

severely doubting the twins’ intelligence due to their

were mostly filled

them and approached the teacher. “Hi, I’m

Mrs. Hayes, do you know what your kids did at school today? It was bad enough that they left their exam sheet blank, but they even started a

“Huh?”

only shock everyone around them, but also

“A fight?”

brought a toy with him, but your son wanted to snatch it away. When Stanley tried

boy with a bruised face out

Sasha fell dead silent.

are they starting fights when they only

closer to her. “What happened? Why are you snatching other

it and said it was his. He even

dark,

named Stanley Cade suddenly yelled, “You liar! That’s mine! My dad bought it for me from overseas. How could

seven years old, and yet he was already talking like

He rolled up his sleeves,