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I watched calmly with Bella. She shouldn't be sheltered. She needed to see what kind of people her teacher and father really were.
"You bitch, Isabella! You let them attack me! I'll sue you! No wonder Bella has no manners—she learned from you!"
I raised an eyebrow, then slapped Ms. Miller myself. Liam got two more slaps. "Control your mistress."
"A teacher with no morals, breaking a student's arm. A live-in husband who doesn't care about his daughter, protecting his mistress. You two deserve each other. I'll divorce you. You can be together. But since you cheated, according to our prenup, you get nothing. And every cent you spent on her, I'll take back legally."
"Honey, no! I'm sorry! Don't divorce me! Bella—Bella, talk to your mom! You don't want to lose your dad, do you?!"
Lim crawled over, grabbing Bella's pant leg, desperate. He didn't want to lose his comfortable life.
He was still trying to guilt-trip our daughter.
"Liam? You're really the one who married into her family? You lied to me?!" Only now did Ms. Miller realize the man she'd worked so hard to seduce was practically worthless.
Bella slowly understood the relationship between her dad and her teacher. Her expression shifted from pity to coldness, just like mine. "Dad, you're not my dad anymore. Ms. Miller isn't my teacher. You're both bad people!"
I patted her head, proud. It was good for her to see this.
She's young, but she needs to learn.
I quickly provided the evidence to the school and pressured them to fire Ms. Miller.
I also started divorce proceedings against Liam. He tried to refuse, but I have the best lawyers.
Later, Ms. Miller posted her medical records online, complaining about her "horrible experience" teaching at a private school.
"I know the parents and students here are wealthy. I've always worked hard, never trying to climb the social ladder. But some parents see me and assume I'm here to steal their husbands. They ganged up on me and beat me. I tried to press charges, but their money and influence stopped it. I lost my job too. I'm just an ordinary person, but I deserve justice!"
In the photos, she'd carefully arranged her hair to look messy but stylish. Her face was bruised, but she still looked delicate. Her eyes were wide and innocent—a pure white flower trampled by the cruel world.
Ms. Miller occasionally posted videos online, attracting mostly deadbeat, middle-aged men.
This time, with the topic involving wealthy elites and teacher-parent conflicts, the post went viral. The comments were supportive:
"OMG I hate rich people and their kids. They don't treat teachers like humans! They can even stop the police from investigating? That's too much power!"
