The moment Liam spoke, no one thought he was being unreasonable. Instead, they all looked at him with pity in their eyes.

Their gazes toward Amy, however, were far more complicated.

If her own son wouldn’t choose her, what did that say about her as a mother?

Clearly, she must have spoiled him too much.

Liam’s teacher sighed softly.

"Since little Liam transferred to our kindergarten this semester, I always thought..."

The teacher glanced at Amy, her words trailing off. Though Liam had provided his mother’s contact information, Amy had never once shown up.

Then the teacher looked at Victoria. It was Ms. Langley who had handled Liam’s enrollment, attended parent-teacher meetings, and even picked him up several times.

She had assumed this woman was Liam’s mother.

Recalling Amy’s earlier attitude, the teacher concluded that she was utterly irresponsible.

In her mind, Amy became one of those wealthy socialites—spending her days shopping, playing cards, and indulging in spa treatments while neglecting her child.

Amy remained silent, bearing the weight of everyone’s judgment. Victoria’s lips curled slightly in quiet satisfaction.

Then, a small voice suddenly spoke up.

"Amy, you came."

Amy lowered her gaze to find Oliver hiding behind the crowd. Her cool, composed eyes softened instantly.

She knelt to his level and gently asked, "Oliver, are you okay?"

The moment Oliver saw her, his eyes turned red.

"Amy, I’m fine," he mumbled, lowering his head like a child caught doing something wrong. "I’m sorry… I hit Liam."

He wiped his tears. As he lifted his arm, his sleeve slipped down, revealing several faint scratches.

Amy’s eyes narrowed. She grasped his wrist. "Oliver, what happened to your arm?"

Panic flickered in Oliver’s eyes. He instinctively pulled his arm back, avoiding her gaze. "It’s nothing… I just scratched myself by accident..."

Amy’s expression darkened. "Oliver, show me."

After a few seconds of hesitation, he reluctantly extended his arm.

Amy rolled up his sleeve, exposing a network of crisscrossed marks. The sight shocked everyone present.

The teachers gasped. If Oliver had been hurt at the kindergarten, they would all be held accountable.

After examining the injuries, Amy asked firmly, "How did this happen?"

Oliver bit his lip, refusing to meet her eyes. "I wasn’t careful..."

"Oliver," Amy said gently but firmly, "tell me the truth."

He opened his mouth slightly—then closed it again, silent.

"Amy, don’t you trust me?"

Under her patient encouragement, Oliver finally lifted his head. He took a deep breath and glanced at Liam.

"Amy… it was Liam."

The room fell silent.

Liam’s face twisted in outrage. "You’re lying! It wasn’t me! You hit me first—everyone saw it!"