On the way to kindergarten, Estie sat in the back seat with her school bag in her arms, her eyes drooping, and her tiny body slumped.

Wendy Fuller was determined to get acquainted with this little brat. At the very least it should look okay on the outside.

Looking at Estie’s posture through the rearview mirror, she pretended to be concerned, "Is Estie not feeling well? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

Estie heard Wendy but did not raise her head.

Wendy frowned yet continued to show concern softly, "How about I get you a day off from school? Let's go back home instead."

There was still no response.

Seconds later, Wendy became impatient, "Estelle Lawrence, I am asking you a question. Why are you making that face? I can’t even talk nicely to you now, is it?"

Estie disassociated from hearing Wendy’s confrontational tone. She shrank into her seat even more and hugged her schoolbag tighter.

Wendy Fuller noticed Estie’s obvious resistance towards her and thought about wha