Wendy Fuller finally stopped with satisfaction after seeing Estie’s body heave uncontrollably from suppressed crying. She released her grip and let the little girl get off her.

Estie endured the pain and quickly crawled to the other side of the window. She held her schoolbag like a makeshift shield in front of her, sobbing.

"Good to know it hurts," Wendy Fuller sneered, "If you dare tell anybody about what happened today, I promise you will never see that woman again."

With that, she got out