I was attending my daughter Wendy's autumn camp when I overheard her whispering to her best friend,

I was attending my daughter Wendy's autumn camp when I overheard her whispering to her best friend, "Don't be picky with your food, or Ms. Adams will kill you. That's why she killed Carl." Shocked, I scooped her up in my arms and ran to Carl's mother. However, she pointed at a healthy Carl who was hopping around, grinning, "What? But Carl is no longer a fussy eater. He eats everything I cook these days!" Relieved, I was about to turn and scold my daughter when she hissed, "That's not Carl! Carl is allergic to shrimp!" My heart sank. I definitely remembered Lilian—Carl Marks' mother—reminding the class teacher that Carl was allergic to shrimp. She had been dead serious, even writing it down in case it slipped everyone's mind. But now, a mother who was so cautious about her son's allergy would happily say that her son's allergy was cured? Taking my daughter to a corner, I dropped to a crouch and kept my voice even as I asked, "Think again, girl. Are you sure about what you saw? Where?" Wendy Johnson pursed her little lips, her brow creasing with a look of utter seriousness. "Yesterday afternoon, during gym class. After Mr. King let us off, a teacher took Carl behind the storeroom. I sneaked there, waiting for him when I saw the teacher bring a black stick. "She poked Carl on the arm, and he fell. His hands were trembling and his face was pale. Later, he was crying and said he won't be picky with his food anymore."#revengestory #reddit_tiktok #askredditstories #relationship #revengereturns #reddit #drama #revenge #redditstories #redditreadings