“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.”
“Bringing a fake pen to trick us? They’ve probably been targeting our kids’ things for a while. Everyone check your stuff—if anything’s missing, today’s the time to get it back.”
At her words, several parents lunged at me, snatching my purse and emptying Lily’s backpack.
Books and makeup spilled everywhere, but nothing suspicious was found.
“They must be pros. Of course they wouldn’t hide it in their bags. Could be on them instead.”
Seeing them reach for Lily’s clothes, I pulled her tightly to me.
“You have no right to search us. This is illegal.”
One parent shouted back:
“Stealing is illegal too! If you didn’t steal, why are you afraid of being searched? You’re obviously guilty!”
I had no way to argue back. Outnumbered, I could only watch as they tore Lily’s school jacket off.
In a panic, I searched for my phone, desperate to call my husband.
But Olivia’s son Ethan Hayes snatched my phone from the ground and waved it tauntingly at me.
Helpless, I looked to the homeroom teacher, who had been hiding in the background, silently begging her to intervene.
Instead, she stepped over to Olivia’s side.
“Why not just let everyone check, Lily’s mom? That way you can clear your name.”
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.