The woman’s face flickered with doubt, but she quickly sneered again.
“You can’t even afford a $200 jump rope. You expect me to believe you bought a $100,000 luxury Italian pen?”
“Trying to fool me with a knockoff? I, Olivia Scott, have been in the socialite circle for years—you think I’d fall for this?”
The other parents nodded, clearly siding with her.
Lily trembled in my arms, her temperature rising rapidly. She was running a fever.
I didn’t want to waste more time arguing. The priority was to get Lily to the hospital.
I placed the pen on the desk.
“This pen will stay here. Once the matter is clarified, I’ll take it back.”
I tried to leave with Lily, but Olivia stuck out her leg and tripped me. Lily hit her head on the ground, a lump swelling at her temple.
“You think you can walk out that easily? Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to—trying to swap a fake for my son’s real one? Not a chance!”
“Trash like you are all the same—teaching your kids to steal so you can resell for cash.”
Gasps filled the room.
“No wonder her kid can afford this school—turns out it’s stolen money.”
“If the daughter steals, what does the mother do? Sleep around for cash? Disgusting.”