Used Me As Her Tool

Upon hearing this, Ada was stunned. "Phoebe? Fight?! I wonder if you're mistaken."

"No, Mrs. Smith, please come to school quickly. The other girl's mother has already arrived."

Ada couldn't believe it.

Phoebe had always performed well in school and was gentle and nice. How could she fight with others?

Hanging up, Ada hurriedly prepared to go to school.

Allen came down from the second floor. Seeing her about to go out, he asked. "What's wrong?"

Ada said anxiously, "Just now the principal called and said Phoebe was fighting at school!"

"Fight?!" Allen frowned.

Ada hurried to the school and rushed into the principal's office.

At the first glance, she saw Phoebe standing against the wall, her face strangely red and showing several cuts. Her hair was messy, her sleeves were torn, and she looked a total mess.

Phoebe's tears trickled down her cheeks. "Mom…"