Chapter 394

Zeke Williams lay in bed with a phone in his hands.

He received several messages sent by Nancy Hinton, but he didn’t reply to any of them.

Soon, Zeke felt giddy and was bored out of his mind.

Sigh, it seems being a kept man isn’t all that good.

He stayed in this state until noon and soon received a call from Hannah.

“Zeke, it’s quite busy in the clinic right now. Your dad and I won’t be coming home for lunch.”

“Oh, right. Don’t forget to pick up Sharon.”

“Don’t worry,” Zeke replied casually.

He picked up the car keys and went downstairs.

But when he reached the bottom of the stairs, he realized he had no clue where Sharon’s kindergarten was.

He could only call Hannah again and ask for the address, to which she told him where the Wisdom Isle Kindergarten was.

Not long after, he arrived at the Wisdom Isle Kindergarten.

The Wisdom Isle Kindergarten was a national chain school whose scale was considered reasonably large and had thousands of preschoolers attending.

It was also an exclusive kindergarten. Not everyone who could afford the school fees was eligible to apply.

Parents who came to pick up their children flooded the streets, blocking the road and squeezing each other shoulder to shoulder.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd of parents, the children came out in an orderly fashion.

Zeke began scanning through the crowd.

He found Sharon fairly quickly.

She was lined up at the end of the queue.

However, he noticed that there was a bright red handprint on her face. Her fingers were cut, leaving her palms crimson with blood. There were even bits of food on her clothes. Her eyes were red and puffy, indicating that she had been crying.

It pained Zeke deeply - someone was bullying Sharon.

The headmistress of the kindergarten didn’t let the crowd of parents in. She instead yelled out, “Who is Sharon Callum’s parent?”

Zeke pushed through the crowd. “I am.”

The headmistress shot a look of disdain at Zeke, then asked, “So you’re Sharon Callum’s father?”

“Please take her and leave. We cannot educate this type of student.”

Zeke furrowed his eyebrows. “Why?”

The headmistress replied, “Forget it. I won’t say it out loud for your sake, so don’t ask and embarrass yourself.”

Zeke spoke coldly, “Say it.”

The parents who were in a rush to pick their children were suddenly in no hurry anymore as they crowded around the event unfolding in front of them.

The headmistress replied irritably, “Fine. Since you insist on humiliating yourself, I’ll give it to you straight.”

“We are an exclusive kindergarten. Only children of the esteemed and renowned are allowed to enter.”

“But I’ve heard Sharon say that you’re just a factory worker.”

“Your daughter reeks of poor just the same as you. Eating food that’s fallen on the floor, picking up her classmates’ school supplies that they’ve thrown away and using them.”

“How do you expect me to tell the parents if such behavior were to be taken up by other students?”

This statement created chaos to the crowd.

“Oh my God! I’ve been paying such a big amount of annual school fees just to let my child learn how to eat leftovers and pick up garbage from a factory worker’s daughter?”

“I’ve heard that poverty can spread. No wonder my son has started liking leftovers these past few days.”

“Expel her. We’re from a prestigious family. If my child picks up on such behavior, how are we supposed to present ourselves to the upper-classes? Those friends will surely think that I’ve been torturing my child. Going to school with a factory worker’s daughter is such a disgrace.”

Zeke clutched both his fists tightly as an urge to clobber the headmistress to death surfaced.

Educational institutions, especially kindergartens that are vital for shaping a child’s moral values and outlook on life, using wealth as a criterion to evaluate students, how misleading!