You Faked Your Deaths to Punish Me?! That’s Illegal, Family! novel Chapter 75

Chapter 2

After some begging and arguing with the admin, I finally got access to the school cameras.

I pulled up the feed from the day before.

At first, she looked fine-sitting in class, taking notes like always.

No signs of trouble.

But during the last period, a boy from her class walked up and led her out.

She didn’t return for half an hour.

And when she did, her face was streaked with tears.

My chest tightened.

I pulled up other angles, trying to see where he’d taken her.

Smart little bastard.

He’d brought her to the back utility room. No cameras.

I clenched my fists.

I knew in my gut-he was the one.

I copied the footage onto a flash drive and went to find her homeroom teacher..

That’s when my phone rang.

It was my daughter.

She’d never called me before, even though I’d bought her a kid’s smartwatch with GPS, just in case.

Something felt off.

I answered immediately, my voice soft, careful.

“Hey sweetheart, Mommy’s coming to see you soon.”

“Do you want me to bring you something? Are you hungry? Tired?”

“Just hang on, I’ll be there in a minute.”

She was quiet for a moment.

Then, so gentle it broke me, she said:

“I’m okay, Mom.”

I exhaled, relieved.

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And then came the words that made my heart stop.

“Mom… I love you.”

The call ended.

My gut twisted. Something was wrong.

A second later, my phone buzzed with a text.

Five words.

“Mom, I love you.”

My hands trembled. I hit redial.

No answer.

Panic surged through me.

I knew-I knew something had happened.

I shoved the flash drive in my pocket, ran out of the school, flagged down a cab, and begged the driver to get me to City Hospital as fast as possible.

We got stuck in traffic.

I called her again and again. Nothing.

The driver, seeing my tears, swerved into side streets, flooring it until we skidded to the ER entrance.

I leapt out, sprinting into the hospital.

And froze.

Because on the rooftop-a small figure was standing on the edge.

My daughter.

The second I looked up, she stepped forward.

“NOW

her name, my voice tearing through the air.

ate.

ran, arms out, desperate to catch her.

But she slipped past my fingertips.

Her blood splattered warm across my clothes as her body hit the ground.

I collapsed beside her, sobbing.

Just inches.

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If I’d been just inches closer… I could’ve saved her.

The rest blurred.

Cops came. EMTs rushed her inside. But there was no saving her.

She was gone.

At the station, I sat numb, staring at the wall.

An officer came over, grim-faced. He said they’d reviewed footage.

Before my daughter’s death, her class president had gone up to the roof. He’d spoken to her.

“And… according to our investigation, your daughter had been bullied for three years.”

I couldn’t breathe.

They showed me the footage.

It was him.

The same boy who dragged her out of class.

And his words cut sharper than knives.

“Go ahead, call your dad to save you.”

“Oh wait-you don’t have one, do you?”

“Everyone knows you’re from a broken home.”

“Probably ditched you ’cause he couldn’t stand you.”

“You know what? You should just die already. You’re nothing but a burden anyway.”

I covered my face, sobbing.

she gave up.

of torment.

hed under depression.

And this final shove.

I shot to my feet, rage tearing through my chest.

“WHERE IS HE?!” I screamed.

“WHERE IS THE BASTARD WHO BULLIED MY DAUGHTER?!”

My voice cracked, feral.

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