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Fang Yale didn't go abroad?
What about mom and dad? What about the whole family?
If they are in the country, how come they can't see the live broadcast, how come they won't rescue me?
I ignored the criminals beside me, desperately crawling on the floor, found my phone, and used my broken finger to tap on the photos Fang Yale sent me from Hawaii.
Zoom in, zoom in again.
Then I clearly saw the buildings in the photo.
This isn't Hawaii, this is obviously the beach of this city!
I heard the kidnappers laughing twistedly behind me:
"Hahaha your mom and dad didn't go abroad at all, they're hiding like cowards! They don't want to rescue you at all!"
The last thread in my mind snapped with a "pop".
This terrifying fact makes me afraid to think for even a second.
I crawled over and picked up the live-streaming phone, my bloodied, tear-stained face right against the screen, tearfully questioning:
"Dad, mom, I'm Pan'er, can't you see me?"
"My fingers are gone, I'm in so much pain, I'm about to die, are you really not going to care?"
"I'm your biological daughter!"
At this moment, the comment section was exploding:
[My heart is shattered by the child's cries!]
[I am the child's father, villain, release the child! I will pay the ransom!]
[I am the child's mother, release my child, capture Fang Yale!]
[We are all this child's parents, state your conditions directly!]
On the internet, countless uncles and aunts claimed to be my parents.
But my real parents never appeared.
Actually, from the moment I returned to the Fang Family, all I received each day were cold stares and disdain.
In happy times I'd be scolded for taking my sister's things, in sad times I'd be told I'm a spoilsport.
But innate blood ties still made me yearn for my parents.
So I naively thought, they loved me too.
The kidnapper cut off the livestream, mercilessly declaring: "Your parents won't come to save you."
I cover my ears, murmuring vacantly: "No, they must have just not seen…"
The kidnapper grabbed my hair, held my phone up to my face, mocking:
"A child who isn't loved like you truly is pathetic! Face reality, little one."
On the phone, Fang Yale sent a new video.
In the video, the Fang Family was lighting up fireworks on the beach.
Under the glow of the fireworks, the family joyously ate barbeque, everyone was raising their glasses, congratulating Fang Yale on her birthday.
In one corner of the video, a phone casually thrown on the table was playing the gruesome footage of my torture.
My desperate cries were drowned out by their laughter and merriment.
Fang Yale quickly retracted the video.
With a sadistic cheer, she said: "Oops, sent it wrong! Daddy instructed us all to pretend we didn't see you."
"My dear sister, you pretend you didn't see it either."
"Ah, it doesn't matter whether you see it or not anyway, after all, you Fang Pan'er are just a rat that can't see the light, about to die in the gutter."
I collapsed on the ground, unable to stop my hands from trembling, bright red blood gushing out from my broken fingers.
Yet my eyes were dry, unable to shed another tear.
"Hate them? Why should they get to enjoy happiness as a family while you suffer alone?"
"If I were you, I would fiercely avenge them, drag that animal family to hell!"
The kidnapper grasped my trembling hand, thrusting a remote control into it.
"As long as you press this button, the video of Fang Zhuoqun and his wife abusing and killing my daughter will be sent to all major video websites; he will lose everything, regret ignoring you today."
The kidnapper's eyes were blood-red: "I want Fang Zhuoqun to die by his own daughter's hand."