I Revealed a Terrible Secret After my Daughter's Place was Take Away

After completing a top-secret mission for the government, I received a call from my daughter, Michelle Harper.

"Mom! I got the offer from the UN Secretariat Department as an intern! I have worked hard to apply for it for a whole year!" Her voice on the other end was trembling with excitement.

She immediately started preparing her visa documents and sent me three voice messages asking what she should prepare.

However, a week later, her location watch remained fixed at the third floor of the administration building of their college.

I secretly went to her college, only to find her tied up cruelly in the corner.

The culprit, Lacey Palmer said with disdain, "How dare you, a nobody, take the position at the UN Secretary Department that my father helped me get? Are you courting death?"

Even the advisor chimed in obsequiously, "Lacey's father is the richest man in the country, and her mother is a top expert. That position is meant for Lacey."

I was stunned.

The position at the UN Secretariat Department?

It was the position Michelle worked so hard to win.

They clearly talked about me and my husband, who was married into my family, by mentioning the top expert and the richest man.

I immediately dialed a familiar number and asked, "I heard you have an illegitimate daughter. Is that true?"

My husband, Vincent Reynolds, was stunned on hearing my question.

After a while, he said, "Honey, are you too busy with your work and out of your mind? I love you and Michelle so much. How can I have another woman? He was still in a doting voice as ever, which dispelled my doubts.

Vincent was known as a perfect husband in our circle. He had been unwavering in his devotion to me and our daughter for the past decade.

At every gathering of my friends, someone would jokingly ask about my secret to getting along with him.

But I had no secret.

Vincent and I fell in love with each other when we were very young. They started dating in college.

Back then, I hid my identity as the daughter of a tycoon, and he was a poor young man struggling with part-time jobs.

Yet, he would buy me the most expensive breakfast from the east side of town every morning.

In the harsh winter, he would stubbornly secure the warmest seat in the classroom for me, ignoring the stares from others.

After we got married, I entrusted him with the company, and he never neglected me or our daughter. He cared for us more.

Vincent continued to express his concern for me on the phone.

But I hastily hung up and ignored the taunts from Lacey, as I saw that Michelle's neck was a mass of blood rubbed by the rough rope.

"Michelle!" I rushed forward like a madwoman. My nails dug into the rope, only to scrape off a layer of skin.

The knot was too tight, and my nails were broken on the coarse rope.

Blood dripped from my fingertips onto Michelle's pale face as she weakly whispered, "Mom."

I was heartbroken.

I opened my mouth and intended to bite through the rope.

"Quick, record it!" Lacey suddenly laughed maniacally and shouted, "Look at that crazy woman trying to bite through the rope! She's like a dog."

She then signaled to those behind me.

Michelle's classmates and their parents, who were in line to submit their documents, began live streaming with their phones. "Her father is the richest man in the country and a school board member. If you are smart, give up the position!"

"Lacey is the richest man's daughter!" The advisor joined in and filmed up close with his phone. "Do you really think you can compete for the position with her? You are from a poor background."

Lacey laughed wildly and said, "You dress so well, but you're just like your wretched daughter and act like a dog. Both the mother and daughter are like dogs. Hahhh... This will definitely go viral online."

I ignored them and bit down hard on the rope.

The barbs dug into my gums.

Only when the taste of rust filled my mouth did the rope finally snap.

But before I could embrace Michelle, a rotten chicken bone was hurled at Michelle's face.

"Don't dogs love bones?" Lacey laughed hysterically.

I couldn't bear it any longer and slapped her hard.

"Smack!" Her nose broke instantly, and blood splattered onto the camera that was used for the live stream.

"How dare you slap me?" Lacey clutched her swollen cheek in disbelief. Then others started shrieking.

Even the advisor became nervous.

He hurriedly grabbed tissues to wipe Lacey's nosebleed. "Mr. Harper, have you lost your mind? Do you even know what you're doing?"

I held Michelle tightly and dialed my boss's number with the other hand. "Sir, Michelle, my daughter, is injured. Can Dr. Caiden Rowe and his team come over?"

The voice on the other end was serious. "I see. I'll have him there immediately."