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.

for Ian and Matteo to

Hayes? Is Mrs.

I’m here,” Sasha

parents who had been crowding around the classroom immediately

felt everyone’s

of those

but above that, they were severely doubting the

mostly filled with

them and approached the teacher.

It was bad enough that they left their exam sheet blank, but they even started

“Huh?”

everyone around

“A fight?”

but your son wanted to snatch it away. When Stanley tried to take it back, Matteo

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

Sasha fell dead silent.

starting fights when they only just got transferred

and pulled her sons closer to her. “What happened? Why are you snatching

we didn’t snatch anything, Mommy! That toy was Ian’s Transformers figurine, but Stanley took it and said it was his. He even pushed him! That’s why I had to push him back,” Matteo

expression was dark, but

mine! My dad bought it for me from overseas. How could a hillbilly like you have a

seven years old, and

once again. He rolled up his sleeves, preparing to