Everyone Wanted Me Dead After Watching One Video Chapter 07

Everyone Wanted Me Dead After Watching One Video Chapter 07

My mother’s words made my father’s pupils contract violently. He narrowed his eyes at her, testing. “What did you say??”

My mother struggled to her feet. “No, you’re worse than a beast!”

My father snapped. His face flooded with color, eyes burning. “Who told you?!” he roared, surging toward her. “Who the hell told you that, you lying bitch?!” My mother laughed, a wild, hysterical sound. “The truth always comes out! Robert Harrison, you’ve made my daughters suffer so much!”

My father dropped the pretense completely. He revealed his disgusting true nature. He sat down on the sofa, lit a cigar, and looked down at my mother crouched on the floor with a mocking

expression.

“I should actually thank you for your good genes,” he said lightly. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have enjoyed it so much. I can still remember the feeling… truly intoxicating. A shame they’re all grown up now. The fun’s gone.”

My mother roared, “Chloe and Sophia are your own daughters! How could you?!”

My father just leaned back, a cold smirk on his face. “You wouldn’t understand a man’s needs,” he said flatly. “If you’d just done your job and given me more girls, you could’ve had everything. A nice house. A quiet life. Instead, you chose to be difficult.” My mother spat at him again. “A monster like you will get what’s coming!”

His smirk vanished. He crushed the cigar into an ashtray, grabbed her by the arms, and threw her onto the bed, looming over her. “My luck’s not running out anytime soon,” he growled. “And you’re going to give me another daughter. Whether you like it or not.”

But my mother shattered his delusion with one sentence. “Keep dreaming. They took everything

out. I can’t have any more kids.”

My father went berserk. He wrapped his hands around her neck and squeezed. “Then you can die! I’ll find someone else to give me what I want!”

He used all his strength. My mother’s struggles gradually weakened.

At that moment, I and the police, who had arrived just in time, burst into the room.

My father was stunned, threatening to sue the police for trespassing.

Officer Carter held up an arrest warrant in front of him. “Robert Harrison, you are under arrest for

the molestation of minors, economic crimes, and attempted murder.”

My father was taken away for investigation.

Later, Officer Carter told me the truth. She had intentionally let my mother go back then, using the pregnancy to keep my father preoccupied and draw him out.

I finally understood that the father I thought was good was actually a monster through and through.

On the surface, a successful entrepreneur; behind the scenes, involved in unspeakable dealings. But his influence ran deep, so the police had to investigate in secret. Luckily, they finally gathered enough evidence.

Three months later, Robert Harrison was sentenced to death, execution to be carried out

immediately.

I went to see him one last time. When he saw me, his eyes still held that familiar, greedy glint. “What a pity,” he said. “I almost got to have a taste of you too. I should’ve ignored the one in her

belly.”

He showed no remorse.

I couldn’t comprehend how a father could be such an animal. A pedophile, targeting his own

daughters.

I couldn’t stop myself. “You’re about to die,” I said, my voice flat. “Don’t you have any regret? Anything at all?”

He let out a low, ugly chuckle. “I’ll be the most popular ghost in hell,” he sneered.

Suddenly, I felt utterly exhausted. How did my sisters and mother end up in the clutches of such a creature? I didn’t waste any more words on him. I stood up to leave. After all, you can’t reason with

an animal.

But I turned back at the door, every ounce of hate I had left sharpening my words. “You think you’re going to enjoy the afterlife?” I said, my voice low and steady. “You’re going to burn. And you’ll never stop burning.” On the day of Robert Harrison’s execution, my mother, my two sisters, and I went to witness it. When the gunshot rang out and he fell, the light finally returned to my mother’s eyes. Chloe and Sophia both let out long, relieved sighs.

The three of them looked at me, their eyes filled with profound guilt. My mother reached out as if to take my hand, then hesitated and pulled back.

I saw her hand waver, suspended between us, unsure, almost afraid. So I reached out first and took

My fingers closed around hers, warm against her cold skin.
“Mom,” I said softly. “I know now. I know everything.” I held her gaze, letting the words settle. “Thank you.”

Tears immediately welled up in her eyes. My sisters started crying too, apologizing to me over and

over.

But I didn’t blame them at all. I knew the whole truth. Everything they did to me was to protect me. I wasn’t an unloved child. I had received the greatest love from my mother and sisters.

Facing a powerful, connected man like Robert Harrison, their cruelty, their attempts to drive me away, were the only way to keep me safe.

They stopped me from going to the police because the house was full of his spies. If I had tried, He would have had me killed before I could even make the call. The time the neighbor called, he just happened to be away, or the consequences would have been unthinkable.

As for the video on my mother’s phone that changed everyone’s attitude… it was footage of my two sisters being abused by Robert Harrison.

Ethan’s sudden change of heart was also under pressure from Robert’s influence; otherwise, he would have been killed too. I didn’t blame him either. He had already done enough for me.

Later, while accompanying my mother to recuperate, I learned Robert had caused her to lose many children over the years.

He was pure scum. Whenever she got pregnant, he would have the gender tested. If it was a boy, he’d force an abortion.

Only girls were allowed to be born. The last child was a girl. That was also why his attitude towards me had shifted, he was a pedophile who preferred to watch them grow up, only to devour them step by step.

My mother didn’t want that child to be born into suffering, so she chose to miscarry.

Thankfully, that monster was dead. My mother and sisters were finally free from their torment.

From now on, the four of us would only live better lives.