“Pay the rent or get out!” my father shouted through the phone while I was still sitting in the hospital, my stitches not even healed. I tried to explain that I had just come out of surgery, but he only growled, full of contempt, “You think you’re too good for this family?” I didn’t even have a chance to reply before he suddenly s.l.a.p.p.e.d me so hard I fell to the floor…

I tried to tell him I’d just come out of surgery, but his voice only grew sharper. “What, you think you’re better than this family now?” Before I could finish a sentence, he stormed into the room and slapped me so hard I slid off the bed.

The nurses panicked, hit the emergency button, and when security rushed in, they froze at the scene before them…

Lena Thompson sat hunched on the edge of the bed, her gown hanging loosely, the sting of anesthesia still lingering. She hadn’t expected to deal with her father so soon after surgery, much less like this.

His name flashing on her phone had already made her stomach twist, but the moment he burst into her room, everything inside her went cold.

“Dad, stop—I’m still recovering,” she said, voice shaking.

But Raymond Thompson was already too worked up to hear anything. One sudden swing of his hand and Lena hit the floor, her cheek burning. Nurses scrambled, shouting for security as she blinked through the dizziness.