I understand her feelings very well. The harm to the child has already been done, and nothing can make up for it. She just wants a sincere apology and does not want to be misunderstood as trying to extort money through the child's suffering. What a simple person she is, but in this world, simplicity may not necessarily evoke sympathy, and compassion is often misunderstood as weakness.

Apologizing is easy, but being sincere is not.

Mrs. Huang picked up her exquisite handbag, gently brushed off the dust, and then gave a 90-degree bow.

"I'm sorry, on behalf of my child, I sincerely apologize. I deeply apologize for the harm caused to Zinuo due to the ignorance of the child and the negligence of us parents..."

I couldn't bear to watch this emotionless performance. We are all adults, why put on such a show in front of me? I helped Mrs. Huang up and said,

"Parents don't need to apologize on behalf of their children. Tomorrow, we will be in the classroom, and let the three children sincerely apologize to Zinuo and my child. Also, the school authorities need to publicly apologize to the two children. Don't think you can just sweep this under the rug. It's better to take the initiative to admit mistakes than passively investigate."

I have set the terms for the school and the three parents. Whether they comply or not is up to them.

No need to compensate, just need an apology. The three parents are, of course, willing to do so, eager to settle this matter. However, the school principal hesitated to publicly apologize, and did not give me a response.

The next day, we parents arrived early at the children's classroom. I wanted to see how sincere this apology would be.

Indeed, the apologies from the three children lacked sincerity, more like reciting a text, standing on the platform together and even unable to hold back their laughter.

I was furious at that moment and shouted,

"Speak louder."

The yelling I learned at the martial arts gym silenced the whole class, adults and children alike, instantly.

The three children dared not fool around anymore and spoke a little louder.

"One by one, I have never seen a collective apology. You first."

I pointed to Hong, asking him to speak first.

This time his voice was even softer:

"Zinuo, I'm sorry. We shouldn't have ganged up on you..."

I was very dissatisfied with this emotionless apology, so I grabbed Hong's dad by the collar and took him to the platform.

"Is this the sincere apology you taught him? If you didn't teach him well at home, then teach him here on the spot."

In front of so many people, Hong's dad wanted to argue with me, but I grabbed his wrist and squeezed it hard, making him cry out in pain.

Seeing his dad being bullied, Hong rushed over to help, but I grabbed him by the hair and pressed him onto the platform. At that moment, I really wanted to slap the father and son a few hundred times. However, maintaining composure, rule of law, rational communication... the mantras my husband often preached helped me calm down a bit.

"What we want is your sincere apology, not crocodile tears."

At that moment, Hong's dad said something through gritted teeth that completely infuriated me.

"Where am I insincere? You're a woman, I don't want to argue with you, don't push it!"