Ordinary working-class?
Is that where an internationally well-known miracle doctor belongs nowadays?
Nicole scoffed at the accusation, “What’s wrong with the ordinary working-class? Are we not allowed justice?”
The question quickly sparked a discussion among the other classmates’ parents.
Soon, many of them started to stand with Nicole. They think that it was the boy’s fault and that he should be the one to apologize.
After approaching the parent, Nicole whispered into her ear, “What’ve you got on you? Not one of those items on you is authentic. Shall I tell everyone how much they’re worth?”
The parent’s face flushed as she had no idea how Nicole could tell that the items on her were fake.
It would be too much of an embarrassment for her if the truth were to be exposed in public.
The parent knew she could no longer keep up with the argument, “I’m so sorry! I apologize for both myself and my child.”
“Louder!”
“I’m sorry! It’s my fault!”
“Your child has to apologize too.”
The boy was reluctant to do so at first, but after some scolding by his mother, he finally gave in and apologized to Kyle.
At that moment, Kyle realized how awesome his mother was, so he held her hand tightly.
Feeling how hard Kyle was holding her, Nicole’s heart was bleeding when she looked at his bruises again.
“How about some ice-cream?”
Kyle’s eyes sparkled with joy before he nodded excitedly.
“Let’s go.”
And so Nicole left the kindergarten with Kyle and brought him to Fairy Tale Ice Cream Bar.
“You can have whatever you want, Kyle.”
“I want milkshake.”
“Sure!”
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