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

Anthony watched her through the rearview mirror. Lucy was gripping the edge of her skirt tightly, her eyes distant, as if she were in another world. Are you sure? Lucy nodded without looking at him.

Anthony knew something wasn’t right. That feeling grew even stronger when, the entire evening, Lucy barely said a word. She ate less than usual and kept glancing toward the window, as if afraid of something invisible.

Anthony decided not to press his daughter anymore. But inside, he already had a plan. The next morning, while Lucy was still asleep, Anthony quietly entered her room.

In his hand was a tiny, specialized recording device designed to capture audio over a long period of time. Anthony carefully attached the device to a small, sky-blue hair clip one of Lucy’s favorites. He knew this might be illegal, but he didn’t care.

If something was hurting his daughter, he had to know the truth. Lucy rubbed her eyes as Anthony helped fix her hair. Daddy, why are you helping me with my hair clip today? Anthony smiled, trying to stay calm.

Because I think you’re the prettiest when you wear this clip. Lucy blinked, then gave him a small smile. Thank you, Daddy.

But as she got ready to leave for school, that smile disappeared again. That entire day, Anthony couldn’t do anything except stare at the clock. He had never felt time crawl so slowly.

Every passing second made his anxiety grow stronger. Finally, when the clock struck four in the afternoon, Anthony drove to the school like the wind. When he saw Lucy walking out the gate, his heart sank.

She looked even worse than the day before. Her eyes were swollen and red, her steps heavy, as if she were dragging herself toward him. Anthony opened the car door.

Hop in, Daddy’s princess. Lucy climbed into the back seat without saying a word. As they drove, Anthony glanced at her through the rearview mirror.

Lucy, was anything different today? Lucy shook her head but still didn’t look at him. Anthony took a deep breath. Do you remember? I told you that you can tell me anything.

Lucy pressed her lips together. After a long moment, she spoke, her voice barely more than a whisper. You can’t help me.

Those words felt like a punch to Anthony’s chest. It took him a few seconds to regain his composure. What do you mean? Lucy shook her head, saying nothing more.

Anthony gripped the steering wheel tightly. He needed to know what was going on. And tonight, he would.

Lucy fell asleep right after dinner, probably from exhaustion. Anthony waited until her breathing was steady, then gently removed the hair clip and took it back to his study. Anthony plugged the recorder into his computer, his heart pounding wildly.

A single audio file over six hours long appeared on the screen. He clicked play. At first, there was only the noise of students talking, the scratch of pencils on paper.

Then a woman’s voice sounded Mrs. Dawson’s voice. Lucy, stand up. The tone was cold, with none of the gentleness a teacher should have.

Anthony heard the faint scrape of a chair, then a tense silence. It’s your turn today. Slap.

The sound of a hard slap echoed through the speakers. Anthony clenched his fists, his heart feeling like it was about to burst from his chest. You’re useless.

Just like your father. No one will ever love you. Anthony held his breath.

You think just because you cry, I’ll let you off. How many times have I told you? Don’t look at me with those eyes. Anthony could hear Lucy’s choked sobs.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Dawson’s voice cut in again, bitter and cruel.

Sorry. Someone as useless as you knows how to say sorry. Anthony felt his blood boil in his veins.

Then Dawson’s voice dropped lower, slower, but full of menace. If you dare open your mouth to anyone, I’ll tell everyone your father’s a criminal. The police will come and take him away, and you’ll be sent to an orphanage.

Anthony couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Do you want to live all alone for the rest of your life, Lucy? There was a long silence. Then Lucy’s shaky voice spoke.

No. Good. Now sit down and shut your mouth.

The recording ended. Anthony sat frozen, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. A wave of fury crashed over him like a tsunami…