His Mistress Abused My Child

Synopsis

After two years of conducting research in Antarctica, I finally had the chance to video call my daughter. "Mom, I miss you so much." Her voice pulled at my heartstrings, and just as I was about to tell her when I'd be coming home, I noticed the bruises peeking from under her sleeve. No matter how hard I prodded, all she could say was, "I miss you." After hanging up, I grew increasingly restless and couldn't resist calling my husband to ask about it. He sounded irritated: "She's always running around like a wild child. Scrapes and bruises are normal for kids. Why is she acting so pitiful?" "You’re the one making a big deal out of nothing. You're spoiling her!" But the next minute, I saw that my husband's adopted son had posted a new flashy video on social media. In the video, he and my husband were posing together, as close as father and son. In the background was a piano, battered and bent, the very piano I had gone to great lengths to ship across several countries last year as a birthday gift for my daughter! These inconsistencies left me uneasy, and even more troubling was my husband's indifferent attitude.