She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 900

Lanny lost his balance, stumbled backward, and knocked over his little chair before landing hard on his rear.

He sat stunned for a second before bursting into loud, wailing tears.

The classroom instantly erupted into chaos.

Ms. Windsor rushed over, pulling Gigi aside before kneeling down to check if Lanny was hurt.

"Gigi! You do not hit people!" Ms. Windsor's voice was sharp.

Gigi stood to the side, tears streaming down her face, but she clamped her mouth shut and didn't make a sound.

She didn't think she did anything wrong.

He started it by mocking her for not having a father.

He laughed at her first.

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Giselle was at the office going over overseas fabric imports with Jean Morgan when her phone buzzed.

Seeing it was the preschool teacher, her heart instantly tightened. She answered immediately. "Hello? Ms. Windsor?"

"Hi, Gigi's mom. Could you please come to the school? Gigi got into a fight with a classmate today."

Giselle dropped the files in her hand, her face paling.

"A fight? Is she hurt?"

"She's fine, but the boy she pushed is crying uncontrollably. His parents are already here. Please come as soon as possible."

"I'm on my way."

Giselle hung up, grabbed her car keys, and bolted out the door.

Gigi getting into a fight? It was impossible.

She was the most well-behaved child. She never started conflicts, and this had never happened at her previous schools.

Giselle stepped hard on the gas, running a yellow light and making it to the preschool in record time.

Ms. Windsor was waiting for her outside the office door. She walked over, looking deeply conflicted.

"Gigi's mom, please don't panic. Here is what happened."

Ms. Windsor gave her a quick rundown of the incident.

Looking through the glass at her daughter standing quietly by the window with red, puffy eyes, Giselle's heart shattered.

On the opposite couch, Lanny had stopped crying. He was leaning against his mother, sucking on a lollipop and loudly smacking his lips.

His mother, Ms. Nash, sported perfectly curled hair and an expensive-looking camel coat, a dazzling luxury watch glinting on her wrist. She radiated an overbearing, untouchable arrogance.

As a mid-level executive at a publicly traded company in Metropia with a partner at a top investment firm for a husband, she firmly believed she sat at the absolute top of the kindergarten's social pyramid.

Ms. Nash crossed her legs. While patting her son's back, she looked Giselle up and down.

Her gaze slid over Giselle's modest clothes to her unbranded bag. Her lips curled into a condescending, knowing smirk.

"So, you're Gigi's mother?" Ms. Nash spoke, her volume carefully calculated to command the entire room. "Your kid shoved my son. Look at this red mark on his wrist."

She pulled back Lanny's sleeve to reveal a faint red spot that was barely visible unless you were actively looking for it.

Ms. Windsor leaned in to inspect it, letting out a breath. "Thank goodness the skin isn't broken. It should fade in a bit."

"What do you mean, 'thank goodness'?" Ms. Nash's brows snapped together. "Ms. Windsor, that's highly inappropriate. Just because it didn't break the skin doesn't mean he's not injured! Children have fragile bones. If he had sustained serious damage, who would be taking responsibility?"

Ms. Windsor's smile froze. She opened her mouth to argue, but seeing the venom in Ms. Nash's expression, she wisely stayed quiet.

Giselle stood up, tucking Gigi safely behind her. She looked at Ms. Nash, her voice dead calm but unyielding. "Ms. Nash, the teacher already explained what happened. Your son stood in front of the entire class and publicly humiliated my daughter, saying she has no father and that he ran away with another woman. No child deserves to be publicly humiliated like that. Gigi shouldn't have pushed him, but your son is the root cause of this incident."

Hearing this, Ms. Nash didn't look remotely apologetic. Instead, she let out a cold laugh, dripping with utter contempt and mockery.