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

Hayes? Is Mrs.

here,” Sasha

parents who had been crowding around the classroom immediately parted ways for

felt everyone’s

she’s the mom of those

but above that, they were severely

toward Sasha were mostly filled with pity

and approached the teacher.

did at school today? It was bad enough that they left their exam sheet blank, but they even started a fight with

“Huh?”

didn’t only shock everyone around them,

“A fight?”

with him, but your son wanted to snatch

a small boy with a bruised face out of the classroom and pointed

Sasha fell dead silent.

are they starting fights when they only

felt her anger bubbling up and pulled her sons closer to her. “What happened? Why are you

and said it was his. He even pushed him! That’s why I had to push him

dark, but

yelled, “You liar! That’s mine! My dad bought it for me from overseas. How could a hillbilly like you have

barely seven years old, and yet he was

temper reached its peak once again. He rolled up his sleeves, preparing