But my words were brushed aside. The woman’s voice grew even sharper.
“You just said he’s sick—then he needs to exercise even more!”
“Your so-called ‘care’ will ruin him. You’re being irresponsible to all our kids!”
“My daughter saw him sitting out and started copying him. Now she’s sick with a fever!”
I laughed in disbelief.
“Your child’s fever is somehow my son’s fault?”
“And if she copies what he does, maybe it’s a parenting issue on your end—what does it have to do with my child?”
There was a pause, and then she said something even more outrageous:
“Fine, parent. Before she saw your son, my kid was active and healthy. Now she’s lazy and sick. I won’t even ask you to apologize—just send me $150,000 to cover medical bills and class fees. I’ll add you on WhatsApp.”
So that was what she really wanted.
But I’m no pushover.
“If you truly believe that, I’ll see you in court.”
I hung up before she could respond.
The trip was supposed to last a week, but I couldn’t focus after that call.
I wrapped up everything over the weekend, handed things off to my assistant, and caught a red-eye back home by Monday morning.
That night, I decided to pull Emma out of the activity center.