"Want evidence? If it wasn't your daughter who damaged our clothes, how could it be such a coincidence that she was the one who discovered it? The dress has been hanging here since morning with no issues until your daughter came into our store, and then suddenly the zipper broke." The saleswoman argued aggressively, clearly using her position to bully them.
Ivy Grant was scared, shaking her head and shedding tears, her small hands clenched in grievance like a wounded animal, helpless and pitiful.
Seeing her daughter being bullied like this, Aria Grant's anger boiled inside.
Wronging a child could leave a deep psychological scar on their future growth.
"You people are going too far! Get your manager here right now, and let's check the surveillance footage. If my daughter did damage the dress, I'll pay you double the price. If she didn't, then all of you will apologize to my daughter, or else I'll call the police!"
