The chubby middle-aged woman snorted as if she was conferring a favor.

“Fine, since we’re all here, let’s talk about it. The kids got into a fight, so I’ll handle the medical expenses.”

The teacher walked over. “Tell Max to apologize and pay for the medical expenses.”

The middle-aged woman raised her eyebrows. “What? Apologize? What do children know? What’s there to apologize for?”

“It was Max’s fault. At first, he wanted to copy Michael’s answers and harbored a grudge when Michael refused to let him. Today, he intentionally pushed Michael down on the field. This was incredibly vile!”

The teacher simply said everything without hiding any details.

The middle-aged woman sneered.

“Why would my son copy this little boy’s homework? He’s still so young. How could he be studying at the same grade as them? He must’ve gone through the back door, right?”

The middle-aged woman stood up and walked over with her arms crossed.

“It’s impossible for an apology. I don’t believe that my son wou