His mother's name was on the record sheet, and the following treatment details were written:

There were multiple soft tissue contusions and the head had suffered multiple external impacts.

A lot of photos of scars are attached.

There were marks of sticks, marks of slaps, and blood.

Blue, purple, red and swollen, it was horrifying to the eye.

Turning over the lists one by one, there appeared a record of a patient diagnosed with severe depression, which clearly stated that the patient had serious suicidal tendencies.

Until the last detective's investigation sheet.

xx, who was about to give birth, could not bear the domestic violence from her husband and secretly swallowed a whole bottle of sleeping pills. She died after failed rescue efforts.

“…”

Fu Jie's fingers became weak and the lists in his hand fell to the ground like snowflakes.

He is about to collapse.

It turns out that his father is really a terrible demon...

On the second day after learning the truth, Fu Jie saw his father beating Fu Xun again.

It's a night.

My stepmother and aunt went back to their country with their friends to attend a jewelry exhibition, and all the servants in the house were driven away. Fu Jie was originally going to go camping with his classmates, but he was in a bad mood, so he did not go and went back to his room to sleep early.

He didn't expect to see this scene when he woke up and opened his eyes.

My father drank so much that his face turned red and he was unconscious. He yelled at Fu Xun in anger.

"Waste! Waste! How come you fell down after just a few hits! Waste! Get up now!"

"You didn't obey me! How about it? Are you convinced now?"

Fu Xun, who was only twelve years old, spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground. He stared at his father with hatred and stubbornness like a wolf cub: "Sooner or later, I will reveal your true face! Let my mother believe that you are just a piece of trash! You are not worthy of her!"

"Asshole!"

Father Fu was enraged. He was so angry that he grabbed a fruit knife from the coffee table and smashed it at Fu Xun.

The sharp blade slashed across Fu Xun's forehead.

Father Fu walked towards Fu Xun, picked up the baseball bat, moved his neck, raised his hand high, gathered strength, and was about to hit Fu Xun hard.

Bang! The sound of a vase breaking.

Mr. Fu stopped moving, lost consciousness, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Fu Jie stood on the sofa behind his father, recalling in shock how he had really hit his father unconscious with a vase.

"Fu Xun! Are you okay? Fu Xun!"

Fu Jie hurried to check on Fu Xun. Fu Xun's wound was bleeding profusely and he was curled up on the ground. His condition looked very serious.

But now the servant and the driver are not here.

On Fu Jie's birthday this year, a classmate gave him a bicycle, but Fu Jie usually rode his own mountain bike, so he left the gift unused at home.

At that time, he never thought that this bicycle with a designed rear seat would come in handy.

Fu Jie found some gauze in the medicine box and simply wrapped Fu Xun's wound. He helped Fu Xun sit on the back seat, fearing that Fu Xun would fall due to excessive blood loss. He also tied his waist and Fu Xun's waist together with his school uniform jacket. He remembered that there was a hospital nearby.

He held the handlebars and pedaled as hard as he could, not caring that it was uphill. As he pedaled, he remembered what he saw in the TV series and shouted loudly.

"Fu Xun! Don't sleep! Hold on! Don't sleep!"

"I'm not dead."

Fu Xun finally couldn't stand the noise anymore and spoke weakly.

Fu Jie was glad that he was awake.

Arrived at the hospital.

The doctor said Fu Xun's wound was a bit big and would need stitches, which would leave a scar.

Fu Jie was in a heavy mood and wondered how he was going to comfort his brother, but he heard Fu Xun say.

"Man, what's wrong with leaving a scar?"

From then on, Fu Xun had a scar on his brow. (End of this chapter)