Tortured to Death: Dad, Can You Hear My Cry for Help?

　　Looking at the photo of my parents on my dad's table, Auntie Barkley held back her anger.

　　She knew too well about my father's feelings for my mother and knew that losing her was a huge blow to him.

　　"The most important thing is to live a good life in this world!"

　　"You've lost your wife, but do you want Joyce to lose both her parents? Yvonne loved Joyce so much. How can she bear to see you treat her like this?"

　　Auntie Barkley was a little sad. "David, Joyce is your only child. She was only 18 years old when Yvonne was gone. At that time, she would act like a spoiled child and ask for love. But now, Joyce is only 22 years old. She lost her smile and became silent."

　　"It was not Joyce's fault but the murderer’s!"

　　"You shouldn't put all the blame on a child. If you keep doing this to her, she really won't survive!"

　　I wanted to tell Auntie Barkley not to be sad. Death was a relief for me.

　　My dad didn't say a word. Auntie Barkley was in a hurry so she left first with the flowers. "I'll go to see Yvonne. I will tell her that you are hurting her daughter. Let's see how she scolds you!"

　　My dad looked at the photo on the table and sneered. "I hope Yvonne scolds me!"

　　As he spoke, he looked at his phone.

　　The last call I made was ten days ago.

　　He hesitated for a long time, but in the end, he didn't dial and got ready to work.

　　Dr. Lewis analyzed everything thoroughly and sorted out all the evidence.

　　My dad chatted with him for a while and sighed at the cruelty of the murderer.

　　"How much hatred did the killer have to hurt a little girl like that?"

　　"It's hard to say. It's just that I feel sorry for this little girl. I don't know when I can confirm her identity and find her family members."

　　My father thought for a long time. "Maybe it doesn't matter. We have verified the recent missing persons. There is no such a girl's family member to report."

　　Dr. Lewis said with some pity, "I hope it's just that the family members don't know, not that they ignore her."

　　My dad walked to the table where the evidence was placed and suddenly picked up a small bag.

　　His pupils contracted violently.

　　There was an earring inside, which I had worn before I died.