I clung to Lily tightly, but in the struggle, her pink diamond bunny hair clip fell and shattered into pieces.
It was a gift from my father Charles for her tenth birthday—her most treasured possession.
Lily broke down in tears.
“My bunny clip! Mom, my favorite pink bunny is broken!”
Her pain cut me like a knife.
I had always raised my two daughters to value humility, teaching them never to flaunt their privileges. They had always listened, keeping low profiles.
But humility should not be mistaken for weakness to be trampled on.
My eyes swept over the parents who had laid hands on her, sharp and cold.
“A single hair clip could cost your families everything. Worth it.”
Olivia sneered.
“You expect us to believe that? It’s just cheap plastic. I wouldn’t pay five bucks for it. Bankrupt us? You must be insane.”
“Just standing near you makes the air filthy.”
One sharp-eyed parent picked up the broken pieces, eyes widening. Their face paled.
“This… this has an Argyle Pink Diamond Certification! Only legendary top-tier diamonds carry that mark.”
Two more parents bent down to look, their faces draining of color.