"Also, the person I threatened with a knife is called Tom." Claire raised her eyebrows and coldly glanced at Phoebe behind Ada. "You set Tom to pick on me, right?"
Phoebe, who was secretly gloating, suddenly froze.
Ada looked at Phoebe in surprise. "What does this mean?"
Claire didn't continue.
Without a word, she turned around and walked upstairs briskly.
Phoebe's flustered defense sounded behind her. "No, Mom, Tom is just my classmate, I don't know him at all. I don't know anything…"
Back in her bedroom, Claire took a shower. She finally lay on the bed, and took out a talisman from under her pillow.
It was bright yellow, only half the size of a palm.
She held it up to the light and observed it carefully. Tears gradually filled her clear eyes.
She was frail and sick when she was a child. This was what her mother got for her from a temple.
Anyone could scold her in any language, but could never humiliate her mother!
