All Chapters of Mummy, please go back to Daddy.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Mr. George was still grappling with the fact that Nancy had never given him anything before. She had only given him stars—her radiant smile, her warm presence—but never a tangible gift. So, when he saw her entering his office, his eyes lit up with expectation. His gaze flickered to her hands, scanning for anything she might have brought. But when he saw she wasn’t carrying anything, his expression fell, his excitement fading like a candle blown out by the wind.The next time she visited, however, she was holding a loaf of bread. Freshly baked, golden brown, and warm. The scent alone filled the room with an inviting aroma. Mr. George's face transformed in an instant—his eyes widened, a slow smile spread across his face, and his usual composed demeanor cracked into pure joy."This smells incredible," he murmured, reaching out eagerly as if the bread was a treasure he had longed for.Nancy chuckled, her cheeks slightly flushed. "My daughter and I made it together. She adores you, you kno

Cynthia’s fingers curled into tight fists as she paced the length of her bedroom, her nostrils flaring with resentment. The news had been like a dagger to her chest—Nancy’s daughter, Kayla, had been granted a full scholarship. A scholarship that her son, Bright, could have received if only fate had been kinder.Her lips twisted into a sneer. So, that little brat is going to stay in this city after all? Cynthia had spent months subtly pushing Nancy to leave—dropping hints, making her life harder, spreading small rumors. But now? Nancy had secured a future in this city.Cynthia exhaled sharply and stopped in front of the mirror, her dark eyes burning with anger. “I won’t let this happen,” she muttered under her breath, gripping the vanity table so tightly that her knuckles turned white. “If she won’t leave on her own, then I’ll make her.”Meanwhile, at school, Kayla and Bright were anything but friendly.Bright had been relentles

Kayla's hands trembled as she clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She couldn’t believe what was happening. The teacher—someone who was supposed to be a role model, a protector—was hurling insults at her and her mother, calling them poor and accusing her of being a prankster. Her mother had always taught her to stand up for herself, but she never imagined she’d have to defend her mother’s honor in a place meant for learning. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Not in front of this woman. Not in front of the students watching in silence, afraid to speak up. “You have no right to talk about my mother that way!” she said, her voice shaking with restrained anger. The teacher’s eyes narrowed. “Excuse me? Are you raising your voice at me, you disrespectful child?” She took a step forward, looming over Kayla. “Do you even know who you’re talking to?” Kayla swallowed hard but stood her ground. “I know exactly who I’m talking to, and I also know

At first, Kayla didn’t know how to feel—was she happy, sad, or just numb? The words Miss Bella had thrown at her still rang in her ears, sharp and cruel. Insulting her mother in front of her? Even as a child, she knew that was wrong. No one deserved to be humiliated like that, not even a newborn baby. It didn’t make sense—why did Miss Bella hate her so much?She had always been one of the teacher’s favorites, praised for her good grades and politeness. But today, everything changed. Why? What had she done to deserve this sudden hatred?Kayla clenched her fists by her sides, her small frame trembling as she stood before the entire school, her classmates whispering behind her back. She could hear them."She’s really getting expelled?""I knew she was a troublemaker.""No way! Kayla’s too nice for that!"But none of their words mattered now.Miss Bella, standing tall with her arms crossed, glared down at her with a smug expression, as if she had already won. “The principal will make the

Nancy wasn’t joking when she found out that her daughter wasn’t feeling well. In fact, she had already suspected something was wrong the moment she saw Kayla standing outside the school gates. The little girl wasn’t her usual lively self. Her shoulders were slumped, her lips pressed into a thin line, and there was a distant, almost vacant look in her brown eyes.Nancy had dismissed it at first, assuming Kayla was just exhausted from a long school day. But something gnawed at her, a mother’s instinct whispering that this was more than just tiredness. Still, she didn’t press too hard on the drive home.The silence in the car was unnerving. Kayla wasn’t the type to sit quietly for too long, yet she barely responded to Nancy’s attempts at small talk. Even when asked, “Kayla, is everything okay?” the girl simply forced a weak smile and muttered, “Yes, Mom, everything is fine… I just had too many lectures today.”Nancy’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. Too many lectures? That was a fl