The teacher walked straight up to me and said coldly with disdain, "Your daughter was expelled by direct order from the principal. I hope you manage her better so she stops being so arrogant!"

I stared at the teacher and asked coldly, "My daughter was beaten at your kindergarten. You didn't stand up for her, instead, you expelled the victim just to curry favor with the powerful?"

The teacher replied indifferently, "This is a prestigious kindergarten. Of course we prioritize the students' social status. The Walsh Family isn't something lowlifes like you can compare with!"

My face darkened as I said sharply, "You'd better find out who I am!"

Right after I spoke, Scott suddenly stepped in front of me. He punched me hard in the face, "You think you're someone important? You dare talk about status here? No matter who you are, can you be more powerful than my wife?"

The sudden slap stunned me.

Other parents pointed at me and mocked loudly, "Hilarious! Even Mr. Fins is standing right here and he dares act all high and mighty about his status?"

"That man probably lives at such a low level he doesn't even understand what it means to be the sister of the richest man."

"Being beaten by Mr. Walsh's nephew is an honor for trash like them. What's he whining about?" The parents cursed with spittle flying everywhere.

Someone even spat on me and said I was more disgusting than garbage. I took off my suit, worth millions and threw it into the trash can.

Then I looked at Scott straight in the eye, "First, your son hit my daughter, now you lay hands on me. Who gave you the guts to act this lawlessly?"

Scott curled his lips and sneered arrogantly, "My wife is Mr. Walsh's sister. Disciplining two pieces of trash is just a flick of my fingers. You think I need courage for that?"

He then flaunted his watch and looked at me with contempt, "See this watch? My wife gave it to me. Just one of the diamonds on it could buy both your lives."

I looked closely. The watch was indeed worth a fortune, but for some reason, it looked familiar.

I looked at Scott seriously and said, "How come I didn't know Tamara got married and had a child? Why don't you call your wife here and let me take a look?"

My sister had been dead for ten years, how could she possibly marry someone and have a five-year-old child?

I had to see for myself who dared impersonate my sister and let this father and son run wild.

Hearing my words, Scott raised his chin and looked down at me, "My wife needs your permission to get married? You want to meet her? Who do you think you are?"

I said directly, "I'm her brother, Shawn Walsh."

At that, the crowd burst into laughter.

Scott glanced at my car behind me and sneered, "You drive some ancient broken-down domestic car and still claim to be Shawn Walsh, the richest man? Are you delusional from poverty? I'm Shawn's brother-in-law. You think I've never met him?"

The other parents also looked at my car and laughed even louder, "This trashy car is so embarrassing, I'd rather die than drive that thing!"

"Just look at how poor and fake he looks, you can tell his daughter is no better. That father-daughter pair deserve to be beaten!"

"I really don't get why this kind of poor trash insists on squeezing into our prestigious kindergarten. Isn't it just disgusting?"

"He drives that crappy car and still dares claim he's Tamara's brother? Does he think bragging makes him a billionaire?"

The car behind me was indeed a domestically made Sheffield model from over a decade ago. But it wasn't cheap. It only looked plain and was rarely seen, so few people knew its real value.

I didn't expect this to become the reason they refused to believe my identity.

"Today, I'll show you the price of pretending to be my brother-in-law!" Before I could explain, Scott grabbed a brick from the roadside and started smashing my car.

The windows, headlights, hood, he didn't spare a single part.

Seeing that, the other parents also picked up whatever they could find and joined in the wrecking. After the windows were broken, they even climbed inside and wildly slashed at the seats and interior.

The once clean and tidy car was reduced to a pile of scrap metal in an instant.

"Look! There's a bunch of good stuff hidden in his trunk!" One parent smashed open the trunk and exclaimed.

Scott walked over, casually pulled out a painting and scoffed, "A lowlife driving a junk car dares to pretend to collect art? Trying to act cultured?" With that, he tore the painting to shreds right in front of me.

The items in the trunk were all collectibles I had just acquired at auctions and hadn't had time to store properly.

Seeing him destroy the painting without hesitation, I couldn't help but warn him, "These things aren't cheap. I hope you'll be just as bold when it's time to pay damages."

Scott cursed when he heard that, "Trash like you could own anything valuable? It's all fake junk, not even worth my lunch money! Besides, the Walsh Family has connections everywhere. Even if you sue me, no court would dare make me pay."

He then continued smashing the rest of the antiques and collectibles.

With him leading, the other parents followed suit. They tore and smashed at the contents of my trunk like maniacs.

Watching this group of lawless lunatics, I silently pulled out my phone: [Why aren't you here yet? You have three minutes to show up in front of me!]

Before there was a response from the other end, one parent suddenly snatched my phone and slammed it to the ground.

"Still trying to call for help? You're just a piece of trash from the bottom of society, stop pretending!"

"You addicted to acting or what? You really think you're some big shot?"

"This is hilarious. He probably wants to call a bunch of beggars to help him put on a show!"

The parents started laughing wildly again, mocking me without restraint.

There's no talking sense into those who are set on destruction. I had no energy to deal with them anymore. I just wanted to see how my daughter was doing.

Without lingering, I ignored them and walked straight toward the kindergarten.

Just then, the principal suddenly came out and blocked my path, sneered, "You think trash like you deserves to step foot into our kindergarten?"

My gaze turned cold and I said in a low voice, "I want to see my daughter."

The principal snorted, "She's already been expelled. A teacher will bring her out shortly."

As soon as he finished, my daughter, along with her backpack, was thrown out of the gate by the daycare teacher. She hit the ground hard and burst into loud sobs.

I rushed forward, helped her up and glared angrily at the principal.

I hissed, "Is this how your kindergarten treats students?"

The principal looked at me with utter disdain, "A piece of trash born from a poor loser, how dare she call herself a student of our school? We're just throwing away societal garbage. What's the problem?"

Hearing that, the other parents applauded and cheered, "As expected of the principal, handling things so fairly and sharply!"

"That's right, this is a kindergarten for the nobles, not a place for strays and mongrels."

"Do bottom-dwellers even need education? They'll either sell their labor or their bodies. You might as well teach your daughter to scavenge trash now, maybe she'll find something more valuable than that junk car of yours!"

Scott became even more arrogant, "Low-class people should accept their fate. Trash like you are destined to live at the bottom of society, hated by all!"

The air was filled with a barrage of insults aimed at me. The more vicious the words, the broader the grin on Scott's face.

The principal took the opportunity to flatter him, "Mr. Fins, if this matter is resolved to your satisfaction, I hope you might lend us a hand. You know, we're planning to expand the kindergarten, but the surrounding land belongs to the Walsh Group, so …"

Mr. Fins folded his arms and acted like a king, "Don't worry. I'm very satisfied with your performance today. When the time comes, I'll say the word and my wife will hand all the land over to you."

The principal beamed with joy, "Thank you so much, Mr. Fins."

"Mr. Fins, my wife used to work with the Walsh Group too. Maybe you could put in a word for us?"

"My company's shifting directions and we'd love to collaborate with the Walsh Group."

"Mr. Fins, here's an unlimited shopping card from my family's mall, please take it. I hope we can build a close relationship …"

Suddenly, the parents swarmed in, throwing out every trick they could think of to flatter him. Some even slipped bank cards into his bag.

Scott basked in their adoration, radiating arrogance. He slowly walked up to me and said condescendingly, "Do you feel it now? The gap between people in this world is wider than the gap between man and dog!"

He continued, "Trash like you will never experience what it feels like to be flattered and worshipped. But I married Tamara and that alone gives me glory you could never even dream of."

"I'll give you one day. Take your trash daughter and crawl out of this city. If I ever see her near my son again, I'll bury your little bastard alive!" he threatened.

Hearing that, my daughter trembled and hid in my arms, "Daddy, I'm scared … it hurts so much …" Her voice was filled with endless fear and pain.

I looked closer and saw her torn clothes hid countless cuts made by a small sharp thing. Those horrifying wounds pierced my soul.

My eyes turned blood red as I glared fiercely at Scott, "Your son did this too?"

He glanced at me and scoffed without care, "What's the big deal? She upset my son. Be glad he didn't kill that little bastard."

The moment he finished speaking, I punched him hard in the face.