The teacher looked confused. "Emma already transferred schools, didn’t she?"
Emma had attended here for three years and was familiar with both the students and teachers. Why would I transfer her without reason?
"Teacher, is there a mistake?"
The teacher looked at me suspiciously, "Your husband, John Foster, personally handled the transfer. Here are the copies of your household registry and property deed."
"According to the rules, each school district only allows one spot, and John gave the spot to another child. Even if Emma didn’t transfer, she wouldn’t have a spot at this school."
Emma gripped my hand in fear.
"Mom, the boy who bullied me last time... He sat in my seat, threw my backpack, and called me a bastard..."
I glared at the copy of the household registry, where Amy Green and her son’s names had been added, my eyes bloodshot.
"Emma, darling, Mommy will take care of this."
John kept hanging up my calls, finally answering out of impatience.
"Lena, what’s going on? Don’t you know I’m in a meeting?"
"John, how could you transfer Emma without my consent and give her school spot to someone else?"
There was a brief silence on the other end, and John softened his tone.