My wife was so angry that she was trembling all over: "You are just afraid of taking responsibility! When Qiqi was taken to the hospital, you kept blocking the doctors, not allowing them to examine Qiqi, insisting on just bandaging her up.

"At the hospital entrance, seven or eight of you pressed me to the ground, snatched my phone away, prevented me from seeing the girl, and even tried to force me out of the hospital.

"At that time, I kowtowed and begged you to give me back my phone, but no one paid any attention to me. It was only later when a passerby mentioned calling the police that the teacher with blonde hair returned my phone to me.

"Up to now, the school has not responded at all, and they even claim that we are tarnishing the school's reputation?

"Today, you still want to distract me, trying to secretly move Qiqi to another place!"

As my wife accused them.

The class teacher stood there, sneering.

From the beginning.

The school has been trying to handle this matter as a minor incident.

However, to their surprise, my daughter's injuries worsened, forcing them to inform the parents.

Even now, the school is still trying to downplay the issue.

The most obvious thing is that they deleted the surveillance footage.

They are intentionally protecting those two despicable individuals.

The day my daughter was taken to the hospital, if I hadn't insisted on getting a CT scan first, blocking the school's decision to stitch up the wound first, the consequences of leaving such a large piece of glass shard in her brain would have been unimaginable.

Seeing the class teacher's attitude.

I was so angry that I grabbed her collar, trembling all over, and slapped her across the face.

The corridor instantly descended into chaos again, filled with continuous clamor.

When the security guard stopped me.

That despicable woman was already kneeling on the ground after I had hit her, and I was about to drag her into the restroom to continue.

Late at night.

My wife walked out of the ward.

I asked her, "Did Qiqi say anything?"

My wife looked sorrowful, before she could speak, tears streamed down her face once more.

She covered her face: "The girl said that when she was staying at the school dormitory, those two girls almost hit her every day."