“What?” Zoey opened her mouth to lash out, but then the sudden noise from the hallway made her freeze, her face draining of color.

“What do you think you’re doing? Let me go! I’ve already told you before. I was just playing a game with my daughter. Who gave you the right to pull me away like this?”

Zoey recognized that voice right away. It was her father, Zayden.

What in the world was going on?

She spun around quickly, her eyes filled with fierce anger, locking onto Katelyn.

“Katelyn, what is this? Why are they taking my dad away?”

Katelyn, briefly glancing toward the chaos in the hallway, shifted her focus back to Zoey with a composed expression.

“Trust me, you wouldn’t want to know what went down last night.”

What kind of child could endure the thought of discovering their parents were scheming to kill them for money?

This was even harder for Zoey, who had only recently begun to accept the heartbreaking reality that she would never be able to dance again.

Katelyn chose to hold back, not wanting to add to her distress.

However, Zoey couldn’t wrap her mind around it.

Her expression contorted with fury as she shouted, “Explain everything right now! Was this all part of your plan from the very beginning? Are you trying to tear my family apart on purpose?”

Her gaze burned with pure, unfiltered loathing.

“You’ve already shattered my life, and now you’ve taken my dad? Katelyn, how far are you willing to go to break my family? Is this all because we relied on your money for those years?”

Katelyn’s brow furrowed deeply as she stared at her. Whatever trace of sympathy she might have had for Zoey dissolved in an instant.

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Without a word, she reached into her pocket, retrieved her phone, and began playing the surveillance video she had kept.

“Take a look then. See the truth for yourself.”

The video revealed everything that had unfolded in the ward the night before.

In crisp detail, it showed Zayden trying to suffocate Zoey with a pillow before security intervened and dragged him away.

“The hospital has already filed a report with the authorities. This will be thoroughly investigated, and your father won’t evade the consequences of his actions,” Katelyn stated firmly.

Zoey’s eyes grew wide with shock, her complexion drained of all color, and her entire body shook uncontrollably.

In a voice filled with terror, she stammered, “This isn’t real. It can’t be! They’re my parents. Why would they hurt me like this?”

Her words seemed directed at Katelyn, but it felt more like she was searching for answers within herself. Zoey looked as though she might crumble at any moment.

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