(Giselle's POV)
My heart throbbed in panic. I didn't even care about my arm and the blood loss anymore, I only cared about what was going to happen to my father.
He had always been an honest person. He could never bear such a shameful incident.
Hours later, a servant came, releasing me from the chains, looking scornful.
I rushed, dragging my bloodied body out but I was stopped by Travis in the living room.
“Look at this. Look what you've done to your father.”
My lips parted and I looked at him for a second. He signed for me to take the tab from his hands.
My hands were shaking as I took it from him.
It was recorded live some hours back. And the person… the person in the live was my dad…
My heart seemed to have stopped as I saw my father kneeling and saying that he believed me that I could never push someone from the roof.
While others, many of them were the same persons who once looked up to him and respected him, kicked and punched him.
Commenters cursed him for having such a heartless daughter, and failing to be a father.
‘HAHAHA you deserve it for raising such a heartless daughter!’
‘This is your retribution!’
‘You must not be a good person either looking at how you raised your daughter!’
‘Don’t play the victim!’
‘You and your daughter should just go to hell!’
‘Die, bastard!’
Tears dropped from my cheeks while the tab fell from my hands, unable to read it anymore as it shattered on the floor.
What must he have faced… And, it was all because of me… It was all because of me…
Travis laughed at the scene. “See what your father got because of you… You. Deserve. It.”
Tears ran down, and even though it hurt, I dragged my body in the middle of the rain to go to my dad’s place.
As I went home, and rang the bell, there was no answer.
I rang again and again as I grew more nervous each time.
And, I finally got a call —
‘Mr. Hugh Kelson died in an accident. Please collect his body from the Central Town Hospital.’
The world around me seemed to have stopped.
That must have been a joke.
My father was perfectly healthy. How could he die? It wasn't possible… It wasn't…
Still I dragged myself to the hospital.
There I saw my father's body on the corner of the ground…
Many passed across him and some even stepped on him.
Tears streamed down and I rushed to hug him.
It was indeed my dad.
How could this happen?
I looked at the doctors, and screamed, “How can you place him here?! Why is he on the ground and near the toilet too?!”
Others murmured around me, cursing my father as they realised it was the same man on the live they had seen today — whose daughter mercilessly pushed someone else.
“Tch, she did such a thing and her father doesn't show any shame, who would care for his death?!”
“He should be lying in the garbage instead, along with his daughter!”
“It's good that he died. He faced his retribution! And, it's better if her daughter died too!”
I gasped, unable to bear hearing all of them speaking nonsense about my father.
Everyone was thankful that such a person died because he must not have been a good person to raise such a daughter.
It felt like someone was stabbing me with a thousand knives inside my chest.
I stood up while the world spun around me.
All of this had happened because of Esther and Travis. They caused it and ruined my dad. It was because of them my dad’s body was lying in the ground cold. Even after death, people were cursing him.
They were the reason behind it.
The vision around me constantly blurred while I tried to suppress my rage. I was about to take my father away, away from the place where everyone was cursing him but I lost my balance and my consciousness grew weary…
*****
As I woke up, I found myself in the hospital bed.
“How come you haven't come to the hospital as soon as after you injured your hand?!”
I was still in a daze when the doctor sighed. It felt as if nothing had happened and my dad was still here but…
“This hand can't be saved. You broke many bones, lost a lot of nerves and blood.”
For the first time, I paid attention to his words.
My heart throbbed as I looked at him in disbelief, tears threatening to fall down. “Doctor, please tell me… what's going to happen to my left hand…?”
He shook his head again. “It needs to be amputated. Please get ready for it and during this time, you also need to nourish your body. Also, should I register a police file for you?”
I was still in a daze and disbelief as I shook my head in denial.
It's not possible… My hand can be saved, right?
I tried to move my left hand but it was all numb and didn't budge an inch.
I tried again, giving all my effort but it remained futile.
The doctor patted my shoulder when I let out a drop of tear.
It was just losing an arm. It wasn't as serious as losing my dad…
I gulped, trying to control my tears.
The doctor patted again, “You need to be strong and make a police report. These are clear signs of someone causing you violence…”
As he was explaining, I cut him off and looked at him, “Where is my father, doctor…?”
He let out a worried sign as I broke down into tears, recalling my dad’s cold body.
Clearly, we had done nothing wrong, but why would this happen to us?
Our honor was in shambles. Everyone now wished for our deaths. My left hand was about to be amputated and my dad was no more… He died, and he was still cursed till now.
He died… It was all because of me… All because of me…
No… It started with Esther and Travis… Nothing would've happened if it weren't for them…
I clenched my teeth. They needed to pay the price for what had happened.
