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I finished my breakfast as usual.

When Matthew was about to send his daughter to school, I stopped him and said, "Dora's hair is a little messy. Let me comb her hair."

After saying that, I pulled my daughter to the bathroom, closed the door, and directly lifted up her clothes.

My daughter's body was as smooth as jade, without a single bruise.

It was completely different from the body covered in scars in the previous life.

So, what went wrong?

Why was my daughter's body covered with new and old wounds just a few hours later?

"Honey, are you ready? Dora is going to be late."

When I was puzzled, Matthew's urging voice came from outside the door.

I opened the door and looked at him: "I'll take my daughter to kindergarten today."

Matthew's eyes flashed with confusion, but then he smiled slightly: "Then thank you for your hard work, my wife."

After saying that, he turned around and went to clear the table without saying anything else.

His performance and reaction were so normal that there was no flaw at all.

But the more this happened, the more eager I became to find out the truth.

On the way to school, I couldn't help but ask my daughter: "Dora, have you ever been bullied in kindergarten?"

My daughter answered with a sweet smile: "No, I am very popular in kindergarten, everyone likes to play with me."

I paused and continued to ask: "What about your teacher? How is he treating you?"

"Our teachers are all very good. The head teacher often tells me stories and gives me small gifts!" My daughter answered naturally and straightforwardly, with happiness written all over her young face.

I parked the car aside and looked at my daughter seriously: "So how do you think your mother treats you?"

My daughter opened her big clear eyes and said without hesitation: "Mom is very good to me too." After that, she kissed me on the cheek, "Dora loves mom the most!"

I hugged my daughter, said nothing more, and sent her directly to kindergarten.

My daughter’s homeroom teacher is right at the entrance of the kindergarten.

"Mother Dora, how come you have time to take your child to school today?" The head teacher greeted me with a smile and took her daughter to her side.

" The company is not too busy today." I responded with a smile, while observing the head teacher calmly.

She smiled slightly, squatted down, and scratched her daughter's nose affectionately: " Dora , look how much your mother loves you. She works so hard and still comes to send you to school!"

The head teacher's performance was friendly and natural, and even the look she gave her daughter was full of sincerity.

Not at all a hypocritical double-dealer.

But the more this happens, the more confused I become.

In my previous life, I had a pretty good relationship with my daughter’s class teacher.

She is kind to others and is very good to my daughter. She smiles every day and all the children in the class like her.

I wanted to invite her to dinner several times to thank her for taking such good care of my daughter, but she declined every time.

She said that this was her responsibility and obligation as a teacher and that she did not need any extra thanks.

In my heart, she is a good teacher who is conscientious, fair and just.

But even such an upright and easy-going girl would accuse me in public a few hours later, saying that I was a vicious mother who had been abusing her daughter for a long time.

I really can't figure out which link went wrong.