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

What had Mrs. Dawson done to his daughter? No, she hadn’t just abused Lucy. She had destroyed her spirit. Anthony shot to his feet.

He couldn’t let this continue. Tonight, he would confront the school. No matter the consequences.

Anthony’s breathing quickened, his fists trembling. The words from the recording echoed in his mind like a nightmare. He couldn’t wait until morning.

Grabbing his car keys, he stormed out of the house. Charles had just stepped out of the grocery store when he saw Anthony. Anthony? You look like… Anthony grabbed his friend’s shoulders.

Do you know what’s happening at Lucy’s school? Charles frowned. What? Mrs. Dawson. She’s hitting my daughter.

She’s abusing her. Threatening her. Charles’s eyes widened.

What? Are you sure? Anthony nodded. I have proof. I heard it with my own ears.

Charles was silent for a few seconds, then nodded. What are you going to do? Anthony gritted his teeth. I’m going to end this.

Right now. Charles let out a breath. All right.

I’m coming with you. Anthony pounded on Principal Harris’s door close to midnight. There was movement inside.

A moment later, the door opened, revealing a middle-aged man with an annoyed look on his face. Do you know what time it is? Anthony didn’t let him finish. You need to hear this.

He pulled out his phone and played the recording. As Dawson’s voice played, Harris’s expression changed. This is… Anthony growled.

Is there anything left to deny? Principal Harris was silent for a few seconds, then sighed. Mr. Anthony, I understand you’re concerned about your daughter, but… Anthony glared. But what? Harris clenched his fists, then gave a crooked smile.

You think this little recording can do anything to me? To Dawson. Anthony froze. What did you just say? Harris crossed his arms.

You have no idea who you’re up against. Charles stepped in. What do you mean by that? Harris shrugged.

Mrs. Dawson has powerful connections. If you make a big deal out of this, you could lose custody of Lucy. Anthony clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his skin.

Are you threatening me? Harris only smiled. I’m giving you some advice. Anthony couldn’t hold back any longer.

He swung his fist and punched the principal square in the face. Harris stumbled back, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. You’ve just made a big mistake.

Anthony growled. If any of you lay another finger on my daughter, I won’t let it go. Harris spat out a mouthful of blood.

Go ahead. Try me. Charles grabbed Anthony and pulled him away before things could get any worse.

When they got back home, Anthony collapsed onto the couch, his mind spinning. Charles stood in front of him, arms crossed. We can’t let this go.

Anthony nodded. But they have power. The police won’t take my side unless I have enough evidence.

Charles thought for a moment, then spoke quietly. What about the press? Anthony froze. Charles continued.

I have a friend who’s an investigative journalist. Daniel Ramsey. Anthony looked at his friend, a flicker of hope in his eyes.

Can you get in touch with him? Charles nodded. Absolutely. Anthony clenched his fists.

I won’t let them hurt Lucy for one more day. Anthony stayed up the entire night. Rage and worry wrapped around him like a never-ending storm.

Lucy’s terrified face and her choking sobs from the recording haunted him. At dawn, Lucy walked into the kitchen, her eyes still swollen. Anthony forced a smile, but his heart ached seeing how fragile she looked.

Good morning, my little princess. Lucy gave a faint nod without replying. She sat down at the table, quietly spooning cereal into her mouth, without the excitement she usually had.

Anthony lowered his voice. Lucy, you know Daddy loves you, right? Lucy blinked, then gave a small nod. I’ll never let anyone hurt you.

Lucy put her spoon down, her small hand gripping the hem of her shirt tightly. Daddy, please don’t do anything, okay? Anthony froze. What are you saying? Lucy bit her lip, her eyes full of worry.

If you do something, she’ll get angry. She’ll. Anthony placed a hand on his daughter’s shoulder.

Lucy, you don’t have to be afraid anymore. Lucy shook her head, tears spilling over. No.

She said if I told anyone, they’d take you away. I don’t want to be without you. Anthony felt like his heart was being crushed…