My Daughter Is Dead, But My Husband Asks Me to Apologize to the Murderer

I wanted to call the police, but Nina is so sensitive.

If I reported it, others would find out, and she wouldn't be able to handle it.

So I endured it, waiting for the right moment to take that beast down.

But before I could act, he did something even worse.

I saw a video online of my daughter being bullied.

In my own house, in my daughter's bedroom.

She was screaming in pain.

Her face was clearly visible.

Her face was full of tears.

And that beast? His face was blurred out, completely unrecognizable.

With bloodshot eyes, I stormed into Liam's training center.

I grabbed his collar.

"Liam, did you see that? This is the person you brought into Nina's life!"

His face turned ashen.

"What's wrong with you now?"

I threw my phone at him, thinking he'd be just as furious as me.

But after just one glance, he turned to question me instead.

"How do you even raise your daughter, to let something like this happen?"

I grabbed a nearby chair and smashed it against him.

"Liam, is Nina not your daughter? Don't you care about her at all?"

"Just because he's Maya's son, and you like Maya, you're willing to give our daughter to that beast?"

He slapped me.

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Nonsense? Liam, can't you see? Can't you see our daughter being abused?"

"Can't you see what that beast has done?"

Finally, Liam looked at the video again, showing a hint of emotion.

The office door opened, and Maya walked in with that beast, as if she owned the place.