Chapter 2

Before I could finish my sentence, there was only a beep in the receiver of my cell phone.

Charles hung up on me, and no matter how many subsequent calls he made, there was only an emotionless mechanical tone refusing to answer.

My heart completely died at that moment.

Even the neighborhood janitor would see me coming back alone and ask, "Where's Emily, did you eat?"

But as the child's own father, who has had no contact for a day, he doesn't care in the least about his daughter's situation, and uses such vicious language to humiliate her and satirize her as a way of propping up what little authority he has.

At first I just thought Charles was being facetious and rushed up to deliver the favor in a panic in order to make a name for himself in front of his first love.

They are so warm to other people's children that they are afraid of being hungry or thirsty, and they hold them in the palm of their hands for fear of dropping them.

The daughter's body was run over by a car and torn apart, and no complete remains were ever found.

A hundred and two trucks per hour on the highway, yeah.

Charles' selfishness and thin-skinnedness is the devil's hand that pushed his daughter to her death.

Every cell of my body screamed in agony, like it was being hammered into the flesh with a nail.

But how can this pain in my heart compare to the thousandth part of Emily's passing.

But I can't fall at this moment, the truth hasn't come out yet, and the guilty haven't been made to pay for their sins in blood.

I went to the police station and checked the surveillance of the highway service area where Charles dropped Emily off.

When the little black sedan appeared within the frame, I instantly recognized it as Charles' car.

Coming to a stop, the car's path curved around and nearly hit a flower bed across the street, presumably because someone was grabbing the wheel.

The car hadn't even come to a stop when the door was opened, leaving half of Emily's body exposed, one hand tugging at the seat, red in the face.

I saw her crying, pleading with cries.

But after the final half-minute of stalemate, she was kicked in the chest.

The dark footprints just landed on the clean white wool sweater.

I recognized those leather shoes from the day of Charles' 30th birthday, when Emily pulled my hand and pouted, "Mom, I'll use the pocket money I've saved to buy a present for Dad, okay? I saw my classmate's dad wearing leather shoes to pick her up from school, so handsome."

But Charles never showed up at the school gates, not once.

Emily looked incredulously at the person in front of her.

She would never have expected that this pair of designer shoes, which she had saved her allowance for half a year to buy, would be the last straw that broke her life.

Soon the car started and Emily, in her thin dress, the down coat she had worn out the door in the morning gone, ran after the little car.

Longing for her father to have a sudden attack of conscience and stop to pick her up.

But she chased them until her legs were weak and her tears were dry, but she didn't wait for a return.

Suddenly accompanied by a violent and sharp car honk -

I didn't dare look any further, the pain and anger had numbed my body.

Charles had already blacked out my phone number, and I then got the junior constable to borrow a cell phone to put the call through.

But this time it wasn't Charles who answered the phone.

A sweet, childish voice appeared on the other end of the line, and I recognized it as Michelle.

"Mr. Buckland is driving right now, it's not convenient yo."

I took a deep breath, "It's me, you put Charles on the phone."

Her voice was overjoyed, as if she had discovered something extraordinary, and she turned to leap, "It's Mrs. Buckland, I won first prize in the dance competition, and Mr. Buckland rewarded me by taking us to the beach to surf."

"It was all decided to bring Emily, but she cheated on a test, got criticized by Mr. Buckland, got upset, and spilled coffee all over my mom's dress... angry, wouldn't you say?"

"She even cried when she was finally kicked out of the car, saying not to leave her behind, she was scared alone. All that big, how can you be less bold than a mouse."

I was furious, and all the emotions I had forced myself to suppress exploded at this moment, "Shut your mouth!"

Just this sentence made Charles immediately fumed and snatched the cell phone, "Emily has no manners, and you, a mom, follow suit and play a scoundrel! I'm telling you, don't yell here, I'll clean you all up when I get back."

"Haha ......"

I couldn't stop the tears from welling up, my inner strings had been strained to the breaking point, "Fine, when you come back, teach your long dead daughter a lesson and make her kneel down and kowtow a few times to you ."

"Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? Or have you been caught by the door? All day long, you've been looking for death."

"If it wasn't for my timely education, Emily wouldn't know what kind of a person you've spoiled her to be. If this goes on, she won't even be able to get into high school, and will go out to work when she graduates from junior high school, which saves me a lot of worry. The same children, you see others Michelle, top grades also looks beautiful, much more understanding ......"

Charles is still spouting off his one-liners, even pulling a stomp on Emily at the last minute to set up Michelle Reid.

A great sense of suffocation swept over me and I braced myself for a mouthful of resentment, "Emily is dead, killed by your own hands! You killed her Charles!"

I snarled out the last word.

After a two-second pause on the other end of the line, Charles' growl came out, "Are you out of your mind? If Emily keeps this up, I'll pretend I don't have a daughter, and tell her to get the hell out of here, and never have anything to do with me ever again."

It's just unbelievable.

At this moment, Faith MacDonald daintily consoled beside her, "Aiya, Mr. Buckland, don't make yourself physically angry. This matter can't be blamed entirely on the child, after all, what kind of mom has what kind of daughter, no matter how hard you try to correct it later on, rivers and mountains are easy to change, and the nature is hard to change it."

I didn't want to hear more and hung up voluntarily.