You Faked Your Deaths to Punish Me?! That’s Illegal, Family! novel Chapter 74

Chapter 1

The day of her physical, my daughter was diagnosed with severe depression.

That’s when I found out she’d been bullied for three years straight.

That same day, her classmates cornered her, drove her to the edge, and she jumped off the hospital rooftop-right in front of me.

A few days later, the bullies walked free.

The verdict? Not guilty.

I laughed. Cold.

What they don’t know is, my greatest skill is disguise.

And now, the real show begins.

On the first day of school, the district arranged a big mandatory health checkup.

I didn’t think much of it.

Dropped my daughter off at the clinic, kissed by t

goodbye, and headed to work.

After all, she’d always been the perfect kid-straight A’s, polite, never gave me trouble.

I figured nothing would be wrong with her resul

But that afternoon, I got a call from the doctor.

His voice was heavy, too calm to be casual.

He told me my daughter had been diagnosed with major depression.

Worse-she had strong self-destructive tendencies.

My brain just froze.

Major de

he words possibly belong to my sweet little girl?

d out of the office, grabbed my keys, and raced to the hospital.

When I found her, she was sitting in the exam room, quiet, head bowed, picking at her fingers.

Not a word came out of her mouth.

I crouched down in front of her, my hands shaking as I brushed her cheek.

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I wanted to ask a thousand things, but the words stuck in my throat.

Then I saw it.

A scar on her wrist that hadn’t healed.

It was August.

I’d just bought her a bunch of new T-shirts, but she’d been stubbornly wearing long sleeves.

My stomach dropped.

I yanked her sleeve up before I could stop myself.

What I saw knocked the air out of me.

Her arm was covered in scars. Dozens of them.

Some from scratching. Some from picking. But most… from a blade.

My knees gave out and I collapsed on the floor.

Tears blurred my vision.

And then-my daughter panicked.

She rushed into my arms, wiping my tears with her tiny hand.

“Mom… don’t cry. Please, don’t cry…”

Her kindness tore me apart.

She didn’t want me to worry.

She tried to tell me those scars were just “accidents.”

But I could see it in her eyes-she wasn’t going to say more.

I stood up, forcing myself to steady.

Told her to stay put, that I’d be back soon.

And I stormed out of the hospital-straight to her school.

I needed to see the security footage.

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