Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 34

“Do we have to wait till he is grievously hurt?” Luna retorted.“Since we each have our own versions of the story, why don’t we check the security footage.” Charlotte stood up. “The classroom is fully monitored by the security cameras. Wouldn’t we know the truth once we review them?”

“Erm…” Ms. Horner was in a dilemma.

“Ms. Horner!” Charlotte was angered by her attitude.

“You didn’t even check the security footage. So on what basis do you accuse my son of damaging the car? Since there’s no evidence, why are my children being punished? Just because the other party is someone important? Does your kindergarten only serve the rich?”

“Ms. Windt, how can you say that?” Ms. Horner coldly replied. “If you’re unhappy with our kindergarten, you can choose to leave with your children.”

“That’s right,” Luna scoffed. “On the account that we are relatives, I will let this matter slide if your children leave this school. I will treat the eight hundred thousand compensation as a donation to charity.”

“Compensation? What compensation?” Charlotte rebutted angrily.

“Your son broke your car window, so why do we have to pay for it? I have not even settled the score with you over your sons coloring my daughter’s hair, and yet you want my children to leave? I think you should be the one to leave.”“When did you see my son color your daughter’s hair?” Luna stood up angrily.

“Why don’t you ask your son?” Charlotte stared at Timothy.

Timothy was raising his head arrogantly. However, when he saw Charlotte’s sharp gaze, he began to waver.

“Timothy, tell her you didn’t do it!” Hugging her son, Luna angrily declared, “Don’t worry, Mommy is here. No one can falsely accuse you.”

“Mommy, I…” Timothy hesitated.

At that moment, the office door opened and Mrs. Berry entered with Ellie in tow.

“Mommy!”

When Ellie saw Charlotte, she threw herself into her mother’s embrace. Tears were streaming down from her almond-shaped eyes while the sound of her sniffling could break anyone’s heart.

“Mommy, Timothy colored my hair with paint. I still can’t wash it off even with Mrs. Berry’s help. Do I need to cut my hair now?”