The Story Behind the Room without Air Conditioning

The police took me to the Child Protective Service soon. They all looked solemn while seeing my swollen face.

A woman gently touched my face and asked, "Okay, sweetie. Can you tell me who hit you in the face?"

"It's Mommy."

The woman sighed and took me to the hospital to check my injuries.

Later, she and others took me home with the certificate issued by the hospital.

I witnessed that Carrie, my mother, who had originally looked indifferent while seeing me, suddenly put on a gentle smile after noticing others. However, due to the medical examination report, she was still taken away by the police.

Although I was injured, I didn't suffer a serious injury, so there was no way to file a case. Carrie was released after being detained for three days. Fortunately, people from the Child Protective Service warned her.

I thought that something interesting would happen, for I had asked someone to call Dolcie over early on.

As soon as the door was opened, I saw Dolcie standing next to my mother.

Carrie's expression immediately changed, and she held me in her arms lovingly while seeing the staff accompanying me.

"Thank you. I don't know how she got lost. It should be an accident. Thank you very much. I will definitely take good care of her in the future and not let her run around."

Dolcie came over quickly and pretended to care. "Carrie, what happened? Why is Zoe's face swollen?"

"You know. She is a naughty girl. It's normal for her to fall, and it just happens."

The staff member frowned, not expecting her to lie on the spot.

"Mrs. Floyd, your child has already told us that you beat her."

My mother looked unhappy, while Dolcie next to her tried to hold back a smile.

She said sarcastically, "Carrie, you always say how much you like your daughter, but I didn't expect you to beat her. Most importantly, you never abuse your son, right? You don't favor boys over girls, do you?"

"What do you mean? Are you trying to frame me? I always treat both of them equally. It's just because Zoe likes to run around."

Carrie lied without hesitation, and the staff's face immediately darkened.

"Mrs. Floyd, according to Child Protection Law, if you continue to abuse your daughter like this, we will prosecute you. Once the lawsuit is established, you'll be sentenced to several years in jail."

When it came to the law, my mother immediately became timid and explained obsequiously.

"I didn't mean it. She is my child. How could I bear to hurt her? I really didn't mean it."

Fearing that the staff of the Child Protective Service would be soft-hearted, I moved closer to them. The next moment, I pointed at my face and cried out in pain.

"Miss, my face still hurts."

The staff member became serious again, and then she warned my mother.

"We will make further follow-up visits. Once the little girl is beaten again, we will definitely sue you or deprive you of custody."

"That's right! She is your child, and you have to treat her well."

Long after, my mother finally sent them away. She then dragged me in with a stern face.

"How dare you! You even called the police. Do you think they can keep watching me all the time? Believe it or not, I will beat you up."

Just as I thought, my mother threatened me after they left. So, I opened the door and screamed.

"Help me! My mom is going to hit me again."

The Child Protective Service staff members returned by the same route suddenly. It shocked my mother.

The staff then contacted the people from the community. After that, the news that my mother abused me had been reported for a week.

Besides, the neighbors were asked to supervise my mother.

My mother, who was such a proud person, was completely humiliated. For a long time, whenever we appeared together, people who knew her would stare at her. Also, I could even hear them whispering to one another.

"That's her! Although she is an intellectual with a good job, she favors boys over girls and even beats the girl at home."

"Really? What a pity! Why does the girl have such a mother?"

My goal was achieved, and my mother was humiliated as I expected.

She hated me even more, and I also hated her very much. I decided to move to the second step to seek revenge.

With the Child Protective Service staff watching over her, my mother didn't dare hit me. Instead, she scolded me every day.

Every time this happened, I would deliberately run to my father's study room. It was because he wouldn't allow anyone to enter his study room and make loud noises.

Upon seeing me hiding behind my dad, my mother would shut her mouth immediately.

Although my father noticed me, he didn't take me seriously. He just stared at the computer. But in fact, he was not looking at documents but chatting.

He was seemingly working in the study every day; in fact, he was always chatting with his mistress.

In my prior life, I found out about my father's extramarital affair just before I died. At that moment, he divorced my mother and took half of our belongings. That was why my mother took advantage of me to make money.

Back to reality, I tried to lean towards the computer screen. To my surprise, I saw Dolcie's name on the screen.

It seemed like they were flirting with each other. There was their chat history, including the news they planned to go to the hotel.

My dad's mistress turned out to be Dolcie. I had known for a long time that she and my mom didn't get along, but I didn't expect that it would happen.

I took several photos through with the children's camera in my hand.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm playing."

My father was so nervous that he slapped me on the head and kicked me out.

Certainly, he couldn't imagine that a 4-year-old girl like me would take photos to gather evidence about their affair.

I didn't leave but sneaked back and squatted under the table, just in time to catch their chatting records.

Until now, I realized the reason why the door of the study was usually kept tightly closed. It turned out that my dad wanted to keep it a secret.