A Boy Bullied My Daughter in Kindergarten, I Was Furious

"I really don't get why this kind of poor trash insists on squeezing into our prestigious kindergarten. Isn't it just disgusting?"

"He drives that crappy car and still dares claim he's Tamara's brother? Does he think bragging makes him a billionaire?"

The car behind me was indeed a domestically made Sheffield model from over a decade ago. But it wasn't cheap. It only looked plain and was rarely seen, so few people knew its real value.

I didn't expect this to become the reason they refused to believe my identity.

"Today, I'll show you the price of pretending to be my brother-in-law!" Before I could explain, Scott grabbed a brick from the roadside and started smashing my car.

The windows, headlights, hood, he didn't spare a single part.

Seeing that, the other parents also picked up whatever they could find and joined in the wrecking. After the windows were broken, they even climbed inside and wildly slashed at the seats and interior.

The once clean and tidy car was reduced to a pile of scrap metal in an instant.

"Look! There's a bunch of good stuff hidden in his trunk!" One parent smashed open the trunk and exclaimed.

Scott walked over, casually pulled out a painting and scoffed, "A lowlife driving a junk car dares to pretend to collect art? Trying to act cultured?" With that, he tore the painting to shreds right in front of me.

The items in the trunk were all collectibles I had just acquired at auctions and hadn't had time to store properly.

Seeing him destroy the painting without hesitation, I couldn't help but warn him, "These things aren't cheap. I hope you'll be just as bold when it's time to pay damages."

Scott cursed when he heard that, "Trash like you could own anything valuable? It's all fake junk, not even worth my lunch money! Besides, the Walsh Family has connections everywhere. Even if you sue me, no court would dare make me pay."

He then continued smashing the rest of the antiques and collectibles.

With him leading, the other parents followed suit. They tore and smashed at the contents of my trunk like maniacs.

Watching this group of lawless lunatics, I silently pulled out my phone: [Why aren't you here yet? You have three minutes to show up in front of me!]

Before there was a response from the other end, one parent suddenly snatched my phone and slammed it to the ground.

"Still trying to call for help? You're just a piece of trash from the bottom of society, stop pretending!"

"You addicted to acting or what? You really think you're some big shot?"

"This is hilarious. He probably wants to call a bunch of beggars to help him put on a show!"

The parents started laughing wildly again, mocking me without restraint.

There's no talking sense into those who are set on destruction. I had no energy to deal with them anymore. I just wanted to see how my daughter was doing.

Without lingering, I ignored them and walked straight toward the kindergarten.

Just then, the principal suddenly came out and blocked my path, sneered, "You think trash like you deserves to step foot into our kindergarten?"

My gaze turned cold and I said in a low voice, "I want to see my daughter."

The principal snorted, "She's already been expelled. A teacher will bring her out shortly."

As soon as he finished, my daughter, along with her backpack, was thrown out of the gate by the daycare teacher. She hit the ground hard and burst into loud sobs.

I rushed forward, helped her up and glared angrily at the principal.