Just as I finally felt free, proud of my daughter's achievements, and hopeful for the future, Ethan burst into my rented apartment with a knife.
As I became a vengeful spirit, I realized my daughter had revealed my new address to him.
It was my daughter who hated me for breaking up their family.
It was my daughter who felt I had embarrassed her.
It was my daughter who didn't want me to separate, who didn't want to bear the burden of a father with epilepsy alone.
In front of the camera, she sobbed innocently, "I just wanted Mom and Dad to be together."
At my grave, she smiled selfishly.
"Now that Dad is in prison, I won't have to bear the burden for the rest of my life. Good mom, consider this your last act of kindness for your daughter."
Hearing those cold words, I trembled uncontrollably.
3
After I ignored dozens of calls from them, father and daughter finally realized I wasn't joking.
They enlisted all their friends and family to bombard me with calls, blaming and scolding me.
But I paid them no mind.
At that moment, I was already on the bus to Aldoria.
Having been reborn, I had no better plan, so I decided to start my stall business in the familiar university town.