My boyfriend sold me to the mafia Chapter 6

My father's hand gripping his own neck immediately released. His eyes bloodshot, he ran underground to where I lay in the corner, barely clinging to life.

"Sarah! This is all my fault. How are you?"

I used all my strength to open my eyes. The moment I saw my father, I completely passed out.

When I woke up, I was already in the hospital.

"Sarah, this is all my fault! It took me so long to find you. I know all the suffering you endured. Dad will get revenge for you!"

My father gripped my hand tightly.

I shook my head through my tears. "Father, I was the one who was lovesick, insisting on being with that scumbag Marcus. Later I even went to work in another city with him. You tried to stop me but I wouldn't listen. Now I see—I should have listened to you!"

I admitted that going to another city with Marcus was partly to spite my father. After my mother died, my father was very strict with me. I often resented it and went against him.

My father told me many times that Marcus was unreliable, but I never took it seriously.

And now...

"Sarah, it's okay. You're safe, you're alive! Don't worry, I've already filed charges against the Walsh family and Marcus! The law will judge them!"

"I wanted to handle them privately, but I figured you'd still want me to go through legal channels!"

Hearing this, I couldn't hold back the tears in my eyes anymore.

My father had always been a man of his word.

Soon the police had me give several statements. My father filed a lawsuit and took them to court.

The entire Walsh family fell, but Marcus escaped.

The scene was chaotic when they were rescuing me. My father only focused on the Walsh father and daughter, and Marcus ran out the back door.

"Don't worry, Sarah. I've already sent people to find Marcus. He's the ringleader of this whole thing! I'll make sure he gives you an explanation!"

My father tucked in my blanket, his face grave as he walked out of the hospital room.

As it turned out, after I was taken to the basement, Derek Walsh saw my father heading toward the factory. Originally intending to prevent my father from seeing someone had died, he had me transferred elsewhere.

The bloodstains my father saw in the corner were ones I'd deliberately left behind.

I was then taken to an even deeper secret room. My heart filled with despair. I didn't expect my father to be able to save me, but in the end, he came.

I made up my mind that from now on, I would listen to my father!

Just then, my phone screen lit up. Marcus had actually sent me yesterday's video footage from the factory. I opened it trembling, and my mind went blank.

"Tell your father to stop looking for me! Or these videos will spread all over the internet!"

I was terrified, trembling as I hugged myself. Marcus was so shameless!

I struggled to control my emotions and took screenshots of the messages Marcus sent me, forwarding them all to my father.

My father was typing for a long time on the other end, but only sent one sentence: "Daughter, don't worry."

My father's words were like a sedative, calming my racing heart.

I scrolled up through my chat history with Marcus.

He used to love me so much. For our anniversary, he'd work odd jobs to buy me gifts, never afraid of hardship or exhaustion.

When exactly did things change?

Later I realized—maybe it was the stress of finding work after graduation, or maybe he was always a bad person and everything before was an act!

I blocked Marcus directly. My father called.

"Sarah, the Walsh family's trial is starting. Do you want to come to the courtroom?"

I agreed. After going through all this, I was determined not to hide behind my father anymore.

At the courtroom, Linda no longer looked as arrogant as before. Her hair was disheveled and her face pale.

Derek Walsh was unshaven, and seeing my father and me seemed like seeing ghosts.

Linda and Derek Walsh had been secretly running gray market operations. The massive underground maze was the evidence. All the girls who'd been kidnapped by them were now rescued.

And in the gallery sat the families of those children who didn't come back.

They cried uncontrollably.

"This father and daughter must get the harshest sentence! They must get the death penalty. They destroyed our family. My daughter was only in her teens. When she didn't come home from school, we couldn't find her. Who knew the next time I'd see her would be as a corpse!"

"I support the death penalty! This girl looks respectable, but it was her who said she was my daughter's best friend, then took her to another city. To this day, my daughter still hasn't appeared!"

"My son too. Derek Walsh said he was recruiting recent college graduates, so my son went. Who knew the next time I'd see him he'd be a cold corpse!"

As the Walsh family's crimes continued to be uncovered, the shouting grew louder.

Linda hid under her chair covering her head. "It wasn't me, it wasn't me! I didn't do it!"

I looked at Linda in confusion. Why had she become like this?

My father patted me gently. "She's trying to claim she's mentally ill to escape legal punishment! I've seen this trick countless times. Look at her father Derek Walsh—same idea."

"Heh, but what they don't know is I already had them tested for mental illness. They're completely faking it!"

Sure enough, when the judgment was announced, the opposing lawyer produced proof of the Walsh family's hereditary mental illness.

Our lawyer seemed to have anticipated this and immediately pointed out the flaws in their evidence. In the end, the Walsh father and daughter were both sentenced to death. Linda's lips went white with fear.

"No! No! My father and I are mentally ill. You can't do this to us! We have proof! We have proof!"

Derek Walsh also shouted, "That's right, we have documentation! We can apply for medical parole!"

But now this father and daughter no longer acted crazy like before. Their speech was coherent—nothing like mentally ill patients.

The judge struck the gavel.

"Add one more count—defrauding the court!"

Linda collapsed on the ground as if her soul had been extracted. As she was led away, she was still muttering in disbelief about her situation.

The Walsh family factory was completely destroyed and sealed off. As I left the courthouse, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Daughter, you're still very weak. Should we go back to the hospital?"

Back at the hospital, I silently stroked my mother's photo from under my pillow.

In the basement when I was about to die, I actually saw my mother. I cried and wanted her to take me with her, but she gently touched my head and encouraged me, saying if I left now, my father would be heartbroken, but the bad people would be happy.

My father still needed me, so I had to be strong and live.

I didn't dare tell my father about this for fear of making him sad. I could only cry silently after he left the hospital.

As I was grieving, I suddenly felt something under the bed.