Chronically Lying Daughter

“Save me, Dad! I wanted The Powerpuff Girls’ stationery, but Mom wouldn’t let me, and she even hit me. It hurts so bad.”

Eric lifted her sleeves and spotted a few bruises on her body.

I was shocked. I was about to ask what had happened when Eric angrily put Cecelia down and slapped me.

“Aren’t you her mother?! How could you beat her up?!”

I tried my best to explain myself. “She’s lying. I didn’t hurt her.”

I wanted to tell him how Cecelia lied at the mall and claimed that I was a human trafficker. I was even taken to the police station.

Unexpectedly, he did not trust me. He interrupted me fiercely.

“She’s only five. How could she lie?! Why can’t you just put up with our daughter?!”

Consequently, he stopped paying me my allowance.

Disheartened, I stopped explaining myself and got vigilant.

Initially, I thought that it was just an accident. When I drove her to the kindergarten, I did not expect Cecelia to get down on her knees in front of me at the entrance.

“Mom, please let me go to school. I don’t want to take naked photos for those guys.”

Her actions stunned me. Before I could react, a teacher at the kindergarten rushed over and fished out several photos from my sling bag. The names of the sellers were written on the photos.

At the sight of that, the teacher felt sorry for Cecelia. She hugged Cecelia and rebuked me.

“How could you do this to your daughter? You’re an evil woman!”

Before I could explain, a mob of angry parents pushed me to the road and had me killed in a car accident.

The last thing I saw before I died was Cecelia’s wicked gaze.

It was not the kind of gaze belonging to a five-year-old girl.

I felt so pathetic for not knowing why my biological daughter hated me so much, even in death.

I had always hugged her when I slept, and she would hold my arm and kiss my cheek. “Mom, I love you the most.”

Since I had been given a second chance, I had to get to the bottom of this matter.

At the thought of that, I glanced at Eric, who had planned to stay home working.

“Darling, Cece has just only gotten back home. Just give us a ride.”

Since Eric felt that Cecelia was too perfect to lie, I had to make him witness it all himself.

Eric agreed without any hesitation.

When we reached the mall, Cecelia leaped out of the car while Eric sat in the car to wait for us.

“I just got a notice to handle some work. Just go shopping without me. Take good care of Cece and come back after you’ve done.”

I nodded and held Cecelia’s hand to enter a stationery shop while she walked and skipped happily.

She rushed toward the utility knife the moment she saw it, just like what she did in the previous life.

“Mom, I want this. There’s a picture on it. Just buy this for me.”