A Father Conceals a Listening Device in His Daughter’s Hair, and the Outcome Is Shocking…

The father hides a recording device in his daughter’s hair, what happens next is terrifying. Hello everyone, enjoy these relaxing moments while you watch. Anthony bent down to tie Lucy’s shoelaces.

She was only seven years old, small and fragile. Yet lately, her eyes always seemed to hold an invisible fear. He gave a gentle smile and softly stroked his daughter’s hair.

Be good at school today, okay, daddy’s princess. Lucy stayed silent, not answering. She lowered her head, her tiny hands clutching the hem of her shirt tightly.

Anthony felt a chill run down his spine. Lucy, what’s wrong? The little girl shivered slightly, pressing herself close to her father. Daddy, can I stay home today? Anthony frowned.

Lucy had never asked to skip school before. Are you feeling sick? Or did something happen at school? Lucy bit her lip and shook her head. No.

I just don’t want to go. Anthony knelt down so he was at eye level with his daughter, looking straight into her eyes. Lucy, you can tell daddy anything.

She avoided his gaze. A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye. It’s nothing, daddy.

I’ll go to school. Anthony sighed. He opened the car door and watched Lucy reluctantly climb into the back seat.

As they drove, she wasn’t her usual chatty self. She just sat quietly, her eyes glued to the window. At the school gate, Anthony pulled the car over and turned to his daughter.

Are you sure you don’t want to tell me anything? Lucy bit her lip. Daddy, if I’m not a good girl, will you still love me? The question stunned Anthony. He quickly pulled his daughter into his arms.

Lucy, you are always the most wonderful little girl in the world. Daddy loves you unconditionally. Lucy buried her head in his chest, her small shoulders trembling.

Daddy! I’m scared. Anthony held her tiny shoulders firmly. What are you scared of? But Lucy only shook her head, biting her lip hard.

Then she pulled his hands away and ran quickly through the school gate. Anthony sat frozen in the driver’s seat, his heart heavy with worry. That afternoon, Anthony arrived to pick her up earlier than usual.

When the school bell rang, Lucy walked out of her classroom with a pale face. He waved to her. Princess, come here.

Lucy looked at him for a second, then ran over and threw herself into his arms. Anthony could feel her body trembling. What’s wrong? Lucy didn’t answer.

She just buried her face in his chest. Anthony gently stroked her hair, his heart sinking. A voice spoke up behind him.

Mr. Anthony. He turned around. It was Mrs. Dawson, Lucy’s new teacher…