He Threw Me Out At Six And Came Back Twenty Years Later To Marry Into My Family Chapter 07

I took the microphone.

The big screen lit up.

The moment the first line appeared, the room went silent.

Case briefing: the disappearance of Elowen Hale.

My father’s expression flickered.

My mother’s head shot up.

I looked out at the audience.

“Mr. and Mrs. Hale have always said their eldest daughter, Elowen Hale, was suspected of being abducted by traffickers.”

“So today, let’s start by showing everyone what happened before she disappeared.”

The screen jumped to the first surveillance clip.

The Hale underground garage.

My mother carried six-year-old me to the car.

She opened the passenger door, put me inside, and even straightened my hair clip.

In the footage, I was beaming.

Seconds later, my father appeared.

The instant he saw me in the passenger seat, his expression darkened.

The audio had been restored. His voice was still clear.

“Who let her sit there?”

My mother said quietly, “Elowen just wanted to be close to me.”

“She’s a child. Don’t scare her.”

Her tone was soft, but her eyes were on my father.

Like she was waiting for him to lose control.

ManeR.

My father walked over, yanked the door open, and pulled me out of the seat.

I started crying, reaching for my mother.

My mother didn’t pull me back.

She only said softly, “Kael, let it go.”

But her hand stayed on the seatbelt. She never unbuckled it.

Murmurs rippled through the room.

My father immediately spoke. “A little friction between a husband and wife doesn’t prove anything.”

I ignored him and cut to the second clip.

The entrance to Ridgeway Access Road.

The Hale car pulled over.

My father dragged me out of the back seat.

Barefoot on one side, I cried and clung to his leg.

He looked down and said something.

The audio came through clearly:

“You love clinging to your mother so much? Walk home yourself.”

Then he shook me off and got back in the car.

The door shut.

The black sedan merged into traffic.

I stood by the road, took two steps after it, then stumbled back, terrified by a car screaming past.

The next second, like a frightened animal, I ran blindly onto the side road.

The venue erupted.

A reporter stood up without being called on.

“That’s Mr. Hale himself?”

“That’s not suspected abduction-that’s abandonment!”

My father’s face went livid.

“The source of this footage is unclear. It could have been edited.”

Ronan stood.

“The footage comes from traffic authority backups and materials the Voss family submitted to the police.

Three forensic labs have confirmed its authenticity.”

The forensic reports appeared in the lower right corner of the screen.

My father’s mouth twitched.

My mother had already started crying.

“I didn’t know.”

She shook her head.

“I really thought Kael just had the driver take Elowen to the country house to cool off.”

I pressed the remote.

The next page: traffic police records and police reports.

Twenty years ago, at 5:46 p.m., multiple drivers called in, reporting a small child running near the access

road, nearly causing accidents.

At 6:03

p.m.,

five minor Voss family members found the frightened girl at the side-road intersection.

At 6:31 p.m., the girl was taken to the hospital.

I said, “Mrs. Hale’s so-called ‘thought’ lasted over an hour.”

“During that hour, your driver called you.”

My mother’s crying stopped.

The screen went black.

The recording began to play.

The driver’s voice was hesitant.

“Ma’am, Mr. Hale left the young lady by the access road. Should we go back and get her?”

My mother’s voice was soft and gentle.

“Leave her for now.”

The driver hesitated. “But she’s only six.”

My mother laughed softly.

“Making Kael feel sorry for me is enough.”

The recording ended.

Dead silence in the briefing hall.