She lunged for my hair, but I reacted swiftly, kicking her hard in the stomach.
She fell to the floor, glaring at me with venom.
“Why aren’t you holding her down? Do you all want your kids expelled?”
“Don’t forget—my husband controls your families’ livelihoods. If I’m unhappy, I can bankrupt you in minutes!”
The parents who had hesitated surged forward, pinning me to the ground.
Olivia slapped me over and over.
“You worthless trash! With a face like that, how dare you seduce my husband?”
“You deliberately got your daughter in the same class as my son, didn’t you? Thought I wouldn’t notice, and now you dare act wild in front of me!”
Not satisfied, she tore off her high heel and slammed it into my back, then ground it down on my hand.
My finger bones cracked, and I screamed in pain.
Lily jumped in terror, clinging to Olivia’s leg and sobbing hoarsely.
“My mom isn’t a mistress! Don’t hit my mom. I’ll kneel, I’ll kowtow, just don’t hurt her, please!”
I watched as Lily’s forehead split open from kowtowing, blood streaming down her little face.
The pain and panic stole my voice for a moment.
Olivia kicked Lily aside, then grabbed scissors from the teacher’s desk and hacked at my hair.