In the end, I couldn't stand the loneliness anymore, so I decided to take out my phone and call Dad.
I just want to hear him wish me a happy birthday.
But when I clicked on my phone, I saw that he posted on Instagram.
He was driving to another city to buy snacks that Chelsea liked, and he was showing off that he had prepared a surprise for her and would give it to her on her birthday two days later.
Back to the police station.
Someone couldn't help but say in a deep voice, "You aren't worried at all to see Rosa living alone outside? She's a girl no matter what. How many times have you visited her during this long period of time?"
Dad instantly became furious. "There's a breakthrough in the case. We should focus on the case. Why do you keep bringing that damn girl up? Stop wasting time. If you don't wanna work, leave. Go back to sleep or something. Don't stay here and bug me."
The people around gradually fell silent. Some of them sighed, and some even packed their things and disdainfully bumped into Dad.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Being targeted, he was furious.
At this point, Arnold couldn't bear it any longer. He squeezed through the crowd and angrily slapped the results on my father's face, roaring and rebuking.
"You're the wrong one. You dote on your stepdaughter. Do you know that your own daughter is dead? That stinking corpse covered by a white cloth on the bed is your own daughter! It was your own daughter who suffered!"
