Dad's Love, I Never Had it

After saying that, my dad went in to work.

"Dad, I really can't go home.

"Auntie, why are you crying? Don't cry. Don't cry."

"The DNA data matched!"

Lisa turned around immediately and looked in front of the computer.

"Dad, you will soon find out that I really can't go home.

"The daughter you hated the most was really dead."

But at that time, the computer suddenly went black and crashed.

"How long will it take to recover?"

"One hour."

"Okay, notify me as soon as the results come out, and we'll go notify the family."

"OK."

I sighed and wandered around bored.

I found that my dad was calling his adopted son.

He asked him to be careful recently.

If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I wouldn't have known that my dad had such a kind and gentle voice.

Ringing.

My dad received a photo on his mobile phone.

A Photo of a headless corpse.

There were also threatening messages.

"I received an anonymous message with a photo of the victim. Locate it immediately!"

"Dad, that photo is me.

"This is the dress I wore when I went to school.

"That day, you personally took me to school."

It was also that day that my identity was exposed.

They put a sack over my head.

"This is Bill Johnson's daughter. There's no doubt about it."

Then, I was tortured continuously.

Their methods were so outrageous.

The strange instruments of torture made me want to die.

I knew the reason they tortured me was because I was Bill's daughter.

If my dad knew about my situation, he would be angry.

Because I failed to protect myself and caused him trouble again.

But they were really fierce and very strong.

I couldn't break free.

They gave me a chance.

They asked me to call my dad.

They said they would let me go if my dad came to rescue me.

When I called my dad, there was still birthday music playing on the other end of the line.

And I heard the cheers of his adopted son.

"Dad, can you come..."

"No! I told you that today is my son's birthday. No one is allowed to disturb me."

"But, but Dad, today is my birthday too."

"You nemesis. You don't deserve to celebrate your birthday. Whatever happens to you, don't ever call me again."

He hung up on me. They thought I was a worthless piece of shit.

They tortured me even more.

"Dad, you're so fierce.

"Mom, am I going to see you?

"If you were alive, you would definitely come to save me, right?"

"We found the location!"

My thoughts were pulled back.

They all looked at the computer and found that the location of the anonymous message was at the police station.

Confused.

"Arno Hill, did you locate it wrong?"

"Um... I shouldn't be mistaken. Then I'll try again."

Arno continued to locate, while the others left unhappily.

Then the security guard came in.

"Bill, there's a package for you."

My dad put down the documents in his hand and walked outside.

As he walked, he still murmured,

"I haven't bought anything recently."

I took one look outside and instantly shuddered.

It was the one who tortured me.

No matter how tightly he covered himself, I could still recognize him.

Therefore, Arno was not wrong.

My dad arrived at the door and said, "What is it? I didn't buy anything."

"I don't know. Maybe your child bought it. I put it here and leave."

"Ok."

My dad took out his cell phone and called his adopted son, "Son, did you buy anything for me?"

One corner of the square express box on the ground was stained with dark red blood.

I knew what was inside. It was very obvious.

My dad answered the phone, squatted down, and tried to cut through the plastic tape with a key.

"Dad, we're about to meet."