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

A woman around 50, with her hair neatly tied up and sharp, cold eyes. Hello, I’m Lucy’s teacher. Anthony tried to smile.

Yes, nice to meet you. Lucy seems like a very sensitive child. Her words made Anthony uncomfortable.

What do you mean by that? Mrs. Dawson shrugged. It’s just, she doesn’t seem to get along with others very well. I think you should teach her to toughen up.

Anthony held Lucy’s hand tightly. I always teach my daughter to be kind. And if there’s a problem, I hope the school can offer support instead of criticism.

Mrs. Dawson smirked. Of course, Mr. Anthony. That smile sent a shiver through Anthony.

That night, while he was washing the dishes, Anthony suddenly heard Lucy softly crying in her room. He quickly dried his hands and rushed in. Lucy was sitting curled up on her bed, holding her teddy bear tightly, tears streaming down her face.

Anthony sat down beside her and pulled her into his arms. Lucy, did you have a bad dream? She nodded. I dreamed, someone took me away.

Daddy couldn’t find me anymore. Anthony hugged his daughter even tighter. I’ll never let anyone hurt you, Lucy.

Lucy clutched his shirt tightly. But she said, if I told anyone, they would take you away. Then I’d never see you again.

Her words struck Anthony like lightning. Who told you that? Lucy trembled. No one.

Anthony could feel his daughter was hiding something. Lucy, you can trust me. I will protect you.

Lucy looked at him, her eyes filled with fear. But she still shook her head. Anthony clenched his teeth.

Anger flared up inside him, but he couldn’t force his daughter. He gently kissed Lucy on the forehead. Go to sleep, sweetheart.

Everything will be okay tomorrow. But deep down, Anthony knew, no, everything would not be okay. The next morning, as soon as Lucy left the house, Anthony immediately called Charles, his best friend.

Charles, I need your help. What’s going on? I feel like something terrible is happening to Lucy at school. But she refuses to tell me.

Charles was silent for a moment. Have you tried talking to her teacher? I have, but Mrs. Dawson, there’s something off about her. Charles took a deep breath.

Maybe you’re just overthinking it. Anthony gritted his teeth. No.

I know my daughter. I know when she’s scared. Charles was quiet for a few seconds.

So what are you going to do? Anthony stared hard at the wall in front of him. I need to find out the truth. Anthony couldn’t sit still.

The feeling of worry and helplessness was suffocating him all day long. He kept checking his phone, hoping for a call from the school but there was nothing. That afternoon, when he picked Lucy up from school, Anthony immediately noticed that her face was even paler than usual.

Sweetheart, how was school today? Lucy was silent. After a moment, she softly replied. Normal…