A sudden, piercing voice sounded from nearby.
Chloe and Ivy looked over and saw the naughtiest chubby boy in their class.
The chubby boy straightened his back and glared at them when he noticed their gaze. "Why are you looking at me? Am I wrong?"
Ivy didn't refute his words but instead looked apologetically at Chloe.
"The chubby boy is right, and my mom also said that your mom is the daughter of a murderer, a bad person, so I can't play with you."
"My mom is not a bad person. If you don't want to play with me, then don't. I don't care."
Chloe glared back angrily, her eyes starting to redden.
She wanted to turn and leave, not wanting them to see her cry.
But the chubby boy wasn't willing to let Chloe go and continued to provoke her.
"We don't want to play with the grandchild of a murderer. Your grandpa was no good, so your mom isn't either, and that makes you no good too. You're a freak."
"Freak, freak."
"We don't want to be in the same class as the grandchild of a murderer."
Hearing these words, Chloe and Gregory clenched their small fists, their faces turning red with anger.
Especially when they heard the chubby boy slandering their mom, they couldn't hold back anymore.
"Don't talk bad about my mommy!"
Chloe shouted angrily and charged at the chubby boy like a little cannonball.
The chubby boy wasn't afraid of her, considering his size. He simply pushed her with his hand, causing Chloe to stumble back a few steps and fall to the ground.
Gregory watched from the side, his eyes turning red with anger. He shouted, "Devin, how dare you hit my sister! I'm not done with you."
With that, he clenched his fists and charged at the chubby boy Devin.
However, unlike Chloe's headlong rush, Gregory knew he couldn't match Devin in size. As he got close, he suddenly bent down and rammed his head into Devin's stomach.
Devin had planned to push Gregory away just like he did with Chloe.
Unexpectedly, Gregory changed his attack at the last moment.
The force of the collision caused Devin to fall backward.
Gregory seized the opportunity to straddle Devin's stomach and began punching his face repeatedly.
"Ouch, ouch, Gregory, stop it!"
Devin cried out in pain, flailing his arms and legs in an attempt to shake Gregory off.
He was almost successful since Gregory was much smaller than him.
Knowing this, Gregory quickly called out to Chloe, who was standing stunned nearby. "Sister, come help me hit him!"
Chloe snapped out of her daze and rushed over to help her brother.
She pressed down on Devin's flailing legs.
Even though Devin was pinned down, he continued to struggle and tried to kick Chloe off.
Seeing that she couldn't hold Devin down much longer, Chloe instinctively bit down on Devin's leg.
"Oww-"
Devin screamed again.
When the teacher arrived, this was the scene she saw.
Gregory was sitting on top of Devin, tightly gripping his hands.
Devin's face was swollen like a pig's head.
Chloe was pressing down on Devin's legs.
Due to the angle, the teacher didn't immediately notice that Chloe was biting Devin's leg until she separated them.
Deanna was shocked when she received the school's call. "You said our kids were involved in a group fight at school? Impossible. Gregory and Chloe are very well-behaved and never fight."
"Missus, if you don't believe me, you can come to the school. The Ferell family head is also coming."
Although the teacher didn't say why Deanna knew.
After hanging up, she took leave from her master and drove to the school.
About ten minutes later, she arrived at the school.
As she approached the teacher's office, she heard a venomous voice from inside.
"My son was beaten like this. Shouldn't your school give me an explanation?"
"Two little brats. Do they even know who my son is?"
"As expected, the descendants of murderers have violence in their bones. If I had been a moment later, my son's leg would have been bitten off by that little brat. No way, this must be reported to the police. I want those two brats to pay for this in jail."
Hearing the woman inside repeatedly calling her children brats made Deanna furious but also guilty.
From what she heard, it wasn't hard to tell that the woman inside was the mother of the beaten child.
Suppressing her turbulent emotions, she walked to the door and knocked.
Knock knock-
"Missus, you're here."
The teacher looked at Deanna with a relieved expression as if seeing a savior.
Deanna nodded at the teacher and then looked at the mother and son standing nearby.
The woman was dressed head-to-toe in designer brands and wore numerous pieces of jewelry as if money were no object, looking like a nouveau riche.