Chapter 1502 Father, Daughter

"Ah."

The man hesitated for a while, but finally told the child the truth, "Mom suddenly felt unwell, so she was hospitalized."

At this point, the man was suddenly stunned.

He looked at the child nervously, "Has Qiqi been sleeping just now?"

Could it be. What did this child see?
That's why the woman insisted on what she saw the child do last before she fell into a coma.

Thinking of this, the man's heartbeat quickened.

This child has not recovered from the trauma of his wife's death in the previous car accident. If he is stimulated again
The man subconsciously held his breath.

The girl nodded.

The sensitive girl noticed that something was wrong with the man's mood. She reached out and pulled his sleeve, with a questioning look in her eyes.

The man breathed a sigh of relief.

He smiled at the child, "Dad is fine."

"Come on, Qiqi, let's go eat."

The man stood up.

The girl nodded.

He climbed down from the bed somewhat clumsily.

A faint smile appeared in the man's eyes. Just as he was about to reach out to help his daughter get out of bed, his pupils dilated for a moment.

The child rubbed his clothes when he got out of bed.

The rolled-up corners of his clothes revealed a hint of purple underneath.

what is this?
The man reached out and lifted up the clothes on his daughter's back.

The shocking purple color in front of him stung his eyes.

He put his hands over his head.

He felt a little dizzy.

The girl noticed the man's actions and lay down on the bed obediently, raising her eyes to meet the eyes of a doll.

She blinked.

The man's hand hesitated in the air for a while, then he carefully picked up his daughter and put her on the bed.

He examined his daughter's entire body.

Finally, he collapsed on the bed, shaking all over.

The girl has always been very well behaved.

Let the man examine her.

Looking at such a girl, the man felt more and more heartbroken.

How could this be?
what on earth is it?

His child had large purple bruises on his back and legs, looking hideous and terrifying, and shocking to the eye.

Who is it?

who is it? !
The man couldn't help but clench his fist and hit the bed hard.

The vibration of the mattress frightened the child.

The girl subconsciously picked up the doll beside her and held it in her arms, her big black eyes full of panic.

A hoarse, almost inaudible "ah ah" sound came from his throat.

The man froze.

"Feel sorry."

The difficult voice was as rough as sandpaper.

"Feel sorry."

The man held the child carefully, as if he were a fragile porcelain doll.

Along with the doll in the child's arms.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry"

The man apologized repeatedly.

Who did it?
what.

The corner of the man's mouth curled up in a sarcastic arc.

He really asked an idiotic question.

Obviously, who else can heal the scars accumulated over a long period of time except one person?

Thinking of what the woman said in the hospital, his eyes were filled with gloom and rage.

His daughter wanted to kill her?
Now he wants to kill her!

The man had a ferocious look on his face, but he was holding the girl very gently.

He pursed his lips and swallowed.

So that my voice won't sound so bad.

"Qiqi."

"What's the matter with your injuries?"

Although he had made up his mind, he still wanted to confirm it.

So as to avoid wrongly accusing innocent people.

More importantly, he must not let the real murderer go unpunished!
The girl was confused at first by the man's repeated apologies.

She just stood there in a daze, letting the man hold her.

When she heard the man's words, she suddenly became flustered.

No.

Auntie said not to tell Dad. Otherwise she would leave Dad and he would be alone.
Tears quickly welled up in the girl's eyes.

Then, tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Kiki!"

The man let go of the child, looked down and saw the crying child.

Tears fell one by one.

Mingming was crying so hard that his whole body was shaking.

But no sound came out.

The man's eyes turned red instantly.

He reached out and wiped the tears from his daughter's face, "I'm sorry, Qiqi."

"sorry."

"It's all Dad's fault."

"Dad doesn't know"

He didn't say anything else, wishing he could punch himself hard.

do not know?
How could he not know?

This is his daughter.

His daughter was being abused in her own home!
What is he doing?
He is busy at work.

He thought he could rest assured with a new mistress at home.

He didn't care about his daughter at all.

Since his daughter couldn't speak, he took her silence for granted.

He didn't notice anything abnormal about his daughter at all!
How painful would it be for my daughter to have such a large scar?

But my daughter couldn't make a sound.

Even though it was so painful, my daughter couldn't make a sound.

My daughter has just recovered from the injuries she sustained in the car accident.

He was unable to get his daughter to speak again, and he didn't even realize that her body was injured again.

What kind of father is he?
This is how he takes care of the daughter his wife risked her life to protect?
he.
He felt extremely upset.

Also hate it.

Hate the person who hurt my daughter.

I hate myself too.

It took the man a lot of effort to find out from his daughter who caused the injuries on her body.

It was just as he expected.

That vicious woman!
God knows how much effort he put in not exploding in front of his daughter.

Even showing a bit of ferocious expression.

His whole body was shaking violently.

He took countless deep breaths.

He had another issue that concerned him.

Why didn’t his daughter tell him when she was hurt?
He believes that he is not the kind of majestic father that scares his children.

Because of his busy work, he spends little time with his daughter. When he is with his daughter, he basically acts like a silly dad.

As long as my daughter is happy.

He gives his daughter whatever she wants.

Why not tell him?
He really cares about this issue.

If he had known earlier, he would never let that woman get close to his daughter again!

This question took longer than he expected.

My daughter can't speak.

I don't know sign language either.

He always believed that his daughter would speak again soon.

I didn't expect it's been two years...

The daughter still couldn't speak again.

Now he might know why.

Maybe not all of it, but at least some of it.

That damn woman!
Later he asked his daughter to write it out.

My daughter is very smart.

His deceased wife also taught their daughter very carefully.

So my daughter can already write quite a lot of words.

Even if his daughter cannot write some words, she can still read through the words before and after.

Looking at the childish handwriting on the paper, "click~"

A tear dripped onto the paper.

The man wiped the wet paper in a panic.

One of the words above has been lost.

He raised his head slightly and placed his hands in front of his eyes.

I just felt a suffocating feeling.

(End of this chapter)