I never expected Al to be this furious over Elsa. Even if she’s a distant relative—so what?
If not for her, my daughter wouldn’t have suffered so much.
Today, no matter who tries to intervene, I won’t back down. Elsa is going to jail.
Just as I was about to tell Al about Elsa’s abuse and theft, a sharp scream cut through the air.
Jessie.
I spun around just in time to see her on the ground, tears in her eyes. A little boy stood over her, his face full of arrogance.
Then, to my horror, he raised his foot—about to kick her.
“Hey!” I roared, rushing over. I scooped Jessie up into my arms, my pulse pounding with fury as I glared at the boy.
He looked familiar.
Then it clicked.
Jack. From Jessie’s class.
And that outfit he was wearing—it was unmistakable.
My stomach turned. The high-end, custom-made clothes I had ordered from abroad for Jessie. The neutral-toned design, because Jessie didn’t like frilly dresses.
Jack was wearing them.
Before, I had doubts. Maybe it was a coincidence. But after discovering Elsa had stolen Jessie’s things—her clothes, her shoes, even the expensive Black Swan cake—it all made sense.
Jack was Elsa’s grandson.
The realization made my blood boil.
Jack’s bravado crumbled under my glare. He took a few steps back, his face turning pale.
Just then, a woman stormed over.
She was stylishly dressed, but what caught my attention was something else—her clothes, her heels, even her jewelry.
They were mine.
The custom pieces I had ordered. The necklace and earrings looked all too familiar.
She didn’t recognize me. If she did, she wouldn’t be standing there with that smug look on her face.
With a huff, she crossed her arms and sneered at me. “What the hell are you yelling for? If you scare my son, I won’t forgive you!”
I stared at her, stunned by the audacity.
“It’s just kids fighting. What’s the big deal?” she scoffed. “If you don’t want your daughter getting hurt, maybe don’t bring her to an amusement park. Honestly, it’s pathetic how delicate some people are.”
I had no interest in arguing with an idiot. Instead, I pulled out my phone and called the police.
The moment she realized what I was doing, her arrogance doubled.
“You’re calling the cops over this?” She let out a loud, mocking laugh. “Seriously, who do you think you’re scaring?”
She turned to the gathering crowd, playing up her outrage.
“Look at this woman, everyone! She’s making a scene over kids playing!”
Her words worked. Whispers spread through the crowd.
“It’s normal for kids to push each other. She’s overreacting.”
“What a waste of police resources.”
“People like this think the world revolves around them.”
I ignored them all. I didn’t care what they thought.
Jack’s mother smirked at me, enjoying the support of the crowd. Just as she was about to open her mouth again, her phone rang.
Her face lit up. Checking the caller ID, she answered in a sickeningly sweet voice.
“Honey… Jack and I are being bullied at the playground. Come quickly…”
Before she could finish speaking, her face suddenly changed, and she blurted out in shock, “What? My mother was taken to the police station?”
