A Boy Bullied My Daughter in Kindergarten, I Was Furious

The teacher walked straight up to me and said coldly with disdain, "Your daughter was expelled by direct order from the principal. I hope you manage her better so she stops being so arrogant!"

I stared at the teacher and asked coldly, "My daughter was beaten at your kindergarten. You didn't stand up for her, instead, you expelled the victim just to curry favor with the powerful?"

The teacher replied indifferently, "This is a prestigious kindergarten. Of course we prioritize the students' social status. The Walsh Family isn't something lowlifes like you can compare with!"

My face darkened as I said sharply, "You'd better find out who I am!"

Right after I spoke, Scott suddenly stepped in front of me. He punched me hard in the face, "You think you're someone important? You dare talk about status here? No matter who you are, can you be more powerful than my wife?"

The sudden slap stunned me.

Other parents pointed at me and mocked loudly, "Hilarious! Even Mr. Fins is standing right here and he dares act all high and mighty about his status?"

"That man probably lives at such a low level he doesn't even understand what it means to be the sister of the richest man."

"Being beaten by Mr. Walsh's nephew is an honor for trash like them. What's he whining about?" The parents cursed with spittle flying everywhere.

Someone even spat on me and said I was more disgusting than garbage. I took off my suit, worth millions and threw it into the trash can.

Then I looked at Scott straight in the eye, "First, your son hit my daughter, now you lay hands on me. Who gave you the guts to act this lawlessly?"

Scott curled his lips and sneered arrogantly, "My wife is Mr. Walsh's sister. Disciplining two pieces of trash is just a flick of my fingers. You think I need courage for that?"

He then flaunted his watch and looked at me with contempt, "See this watch? My wife gave it to me. Just one of the diamonds on it could buy both your lives."

I looked closely. The watch was indeed worth a fortune, but for some reason, it looked familiar.

I looked at Scott seriously and said, "How come I didn't know Tamara got married and had a child? Why don't you call your wife here and let me take a look?"

My sister had been dead for ten years, how could she possibly marry someone and have a five-year-old child?

I had to see for myself who dared impersonate my sister and let this father and son run wild.

Hearing my words, Scott raised his chin and looked down at me, "My wife needs your permission to get married? You want to meet her? Who do you think you are?"

I said directly, "I'm her brother, Shawn Walsh."

At that, the crowd burst into laughter.

Scott glanced at my car behind me and sneered, "You drive some ancient broken-down domestic car and still claim to be Shawn Walsh, the richest man? Are you delusional from poverty? I'm Shawn's brother-in-law. You think I've never met him?"

The other parents also looked at my car and laughed even louder, "This trashy car is so embarrassing, I'd rather die than drive that thing!"

"Just look at how poor and fake he looks, you can tell his daughter is no better. That father-daughter pair deserve to be beaten!"