I couldn’t take it anymore. Fury surged through me as I stormed into Astrid’s room.
"What is this?! Explain yourself!" I demanded, shoving the phone in her face.
Her eyes widened in shock as she saw the video. "Dad, i-it wasn’t me! I... was forced to do it!" she stammered, her face pale.
But her lies only made my blood boil. Letting out a bitter laugh, I turned away and took Zera’s hand in mine. We were going to the hospital — I needed to make sure she was okay.
On the way, we stopped by the police station. I filed a report and handed over every piece of evidence I had.
At the hospital, the doctor’s face was grim as he handed me the report. "Your daughter has multiple new injuries," he said, voice tight with anger. "But that’s not all — there are signs of older wounds too. Blunt force trauma, cuts from sharp objects, even marks from fingernails."
He paused, eyes darkening. "The most serious injury is a fracture in her shin. It’s slight, but left untreated, it could’ve gotten much worse. I suggest you start paying closer attention to your daughter’s well-being."