“Pathetic! Pretending to be someone important—who do you think you are?”
“Exactly! Were you born out of a trash can, since you love to put on airs?”
They roared with laughter, their mockery sharp and unrestrained.
I stared at my shattered phone on the ground, my voice cold as ice:
“Let’s see if you’re still laughing later.”
Then I turned to the homeroom teacher.
“My daughter was bullied here. You must have known, didn’t you?”
The teacher glared at me with disdain.
“So what if I did? A mistress’s bastard daughter is nothing but society’s trash. Ethan was just taking out the garbage—what’s wrong with that?”
Parents clapped in approval:
“No wonder she’s the teacher. That judgment is fair and precise!”
“Exactly! This is an elite school, not a place for strays to sneak in.”
“A mistress’s daughter doesn’t need an education. Why not just teach her to seduce men from the start? That’s how you live, isn’t it? Maybe she’ll surpass even you one day and land an even richer sugar daddy!”
Chloe grew bolder, her tone dripping with contempt:
“See? This is what happens when you’re a mistress. You and your bastard daughter are doomed to crawl at society’s lowest rung, despised by everyone.”