On Father’s Day, I received the greatest gift—my one-year-old son called me “Daddy” for the first time. But in the very next second, my son suddenly convulsed all over, foaming at the mouth. Before we could even reach the hospital, he was dead. My wife Aurora Phillips broke down in tears, and I was heartbroken too. However, even the hospital couldn’t determine what illness had killed my son. Three years later, Aurora finally emerged from the shadow of grief, and we had our second child. But this child also died instantly after calling me “Daddy” for the first time. Worried that Aurora would be hurt again, I suggested we adopt a child. Yet even the adopted child died unexpectedly after calling me “Daddy” for the first time. Unable to bear the trauma any longer, Aurora asked for a divorce. Everyone said I wasn’t meant to be a father. But I refused to believe it, so I married Charlotte Ward and had a daughter, Emily Hall. I warned Charlotte never to let Emily call me “Daddy.” For years, our family had followed this rule. Until Emily turned four this year, she came home from kindergarten saying she wanted to celebrate Father’s Day for me. She pulled out a greeting card and said to me: “Daddy…” The moment I heard that word, my body froze completely. The next instant, I shot up from my seat, snatched the card from her hands, and looked around warily. Even though there was no movement around us, my violently pounding heart couldn’t calm down. I gripped Emily’s arms tightly with both hands. Emily was frightened by my reaction and cried out: “It hurts! Daddy, you’re hurting me.” “Shut up!” Overwhelming fear consumed me as I roared at Emily. Charlotte, hearing the commotion from the bedroom, rushed out to shield Emily in her arms, then yelled at me: “Jonathan Hall, have you lost your mind? Why are you doing this?” I trembled all over, cold sweat pouring out continuously. “Did you hear what she called me?” Before Charlotte could answer, Emily cried and questioned me: “Why can’t I call you that? Am I not your real daughter? My classmates all say I’m not your child, that’s why you won’t let me call you Daddy.” I wanted to explain, but I opened my mouth without knowing how to begin. I had once had three children, but they all died instantly after calling me “Daddy” for the first time. Their reactions before death were all different—the first child foamed at the mouth and convulsed all over; the second child suddenly fainted and collapsed to the ground. Without exception, they all died on the spot. Even after autopsy, doctors couldn’t determine what sudden illness had killed them. This ordeal once drove Aurora and me to the brink of collapse. We suspected genetic issues, since both children died around one year old. To prevent this from happening again, we adopted a child. When I first met her, that eight-year-old girl smiled and called me “Daddy.” But the next second, her smile froze on her face. As if suffering tremendous pain, her expression became twisted and grotesque. She spat out a mouthful of blood, then fell straight backward with her eyes wide open. The moment she collapsed, she had already stopped breathing. The scene immediately erupted into chaos. The orphanage director said in disbelief: “Impossible. This little girl has always been perfectly healthy, there couldn’t be any problems. Why would she suddenly die?” Instantly, everyone’s eyes turned to me. In the noisy crowd, someone quickly recognized me. He shouted: “Isn’t this the man whose two children died? This child’s death must be related to him. Otherwise, why would all these children die mysteriously after calling him ‘Daddy’ just once?” Countless gazes pierced me like needles as people demanded to know what I had done to the children. I froze completely in place, not even daring to look at the child on the ground. I shook my head frantically, saying I hadn’t done anything, but the people around me simply wouldn’t believe it. Then the police arrived. After months of investigation, they determined that the little girl had died from a sudden severe illness. But what exactly that illness was, the hospital never provided an answer. Although the police cleared my name, my marriage to Aurora had reached its end. Everyone said she was a poor woman, then pointed at my nose and cursed, saying I must have done something wrong, that I didn’t deserve to be a father, which is why each of my children died unexpectedly. Some people even said online that I’d never be able to have children in this lifetime. I had an emotional breakdown and wanted to leave this world. But my loving parents, Jaxon Hall and Nora Hall, desperately stopped me from seeking death and found me a therapist. Through treatment, I regained hope for life and remarried to have children again. After marriage, Charlotte and I gradually settled into a normal life and had our adorable Emily. Ever since Emily was born, I absolutely refused to let her call me “Daddy.” She lived safely to age four, and I had almost forgotten the feeling of a child suddenly dying in front of me. But Emily’s single “Daddy” completely awakened my nightmare. Before I could recover from my terror, Charlotte’s furious gaze fell upon me. She roared: “I think you really do have mental problems, insisting on tormenting Emily like this! Seeing her get called a bastard every day, called a child from a broken home, does that make you happy? She called you ‘Daddy,’ didn’t she? She’s fine, isn’t she?” Hearing Charlotte’s words, I realized that after Emily called me “Daddy,” nothing bad had happened. I rushed over to Emily excitedly, looking her up and down thoroughly. After confirming Emily was perfectly fine, I could hardly believe it. Had the curse on me finally lifted? After the initial joy, I didn’t dare relax and insisted that Emily stay within my sight today. But Emily, who had just been yelled at by me, quickly hid behind Charlotte. “Mommy, I don’t want to be with Daddy.” Charlotte frowned and glanced at me. “Don’t get so worked up.” Then, ignoring my attempts to stop her, she turned and took Emily to the bedroom to sleep. But the moment the bedroom door closed, Charlotte’s scream came from inside. I rushed into the bedroom like a madman, then saw Charlotte holding Emily’s lifeless body. My child was dead again.
I stood there in numb shock, watching Charlotte sob as she held Emily, blood streaming from her nose and mouth. When the paramedics arrived, they informed us that Emily showed no signs of life. “That’s impossible. My child has always been healthy. How could she just suddenly die?” Charlotte screamed hysterically. The doctor looked at me with a complicated expression. Charlotte became even more furious. “I don’t believe she died just from calling out ‘Daddy’ once. I demand an autopsy. Even if it was a sudden illness, I need to know exactly what kind of disease it was.” After the lights in the autopsy room went out, the doctor sighed and said, “We couldn’t determine what sudden illness caused the child’s death.” Looking at Emily’s small body covered in incisions, Charlotte’s eyes were bloodshot as she confronted me: “Why? Why did Emily suddenly die so mysteriously after calling out ‘Daddy’ just once? What did you do to my child?” Facing her accusations, I could only shake my head: “I really don’t know why she died. She’s my child too. I want her alive more than anyone else.” I collapsed to the floor in despair. The people around me showed no sympathy, whispering among themselves. One man said: “When his first two children died, I felt sorry for him. Now I see he deserves it. He knows he can’t have children, yet he keeps having them. His ex-wife Aurora remarried and now has a healthy son and daughter. The problem must be with him.” A woman said: “I’m starting to suspect he’s directly involved in these children’s deaths. Otherwise, why would he keep having children when he knows they might die?” Another woman added: “Even if he didn’t kill them, maybe his enemies deliberately killed his children to get revenge on him.” Another man sighed: “Actually, his wives and children are the ones who suffer most.” When Jaxon and Nora rushed over, they found me sitting on the ground, weakly defending myself. Gray-haired Nora protectively stepped in front of me and addressed the crowd: “Everyone, the police have already investigated. The child truly died from a sudden illness. We failed to take proper care of the child. This has nothing to do with Jonathan.” Nora then quietly begged everyone to leave me alone. The onlookers sneered: “Nothing to do with him? If one child died from sudden illness, that wouldn’t be strange. But why do all his children die this way? And they all died right after calling out ‘Daddy’ once. Even the doctors can’t identify what disease this is. How can so many coincidences keep happening to Jonathan?” Charlotte suddenly looked at me with a cold laugh: “Jonathan, do you really not know why Emily died?” Before I could respond, Nora said to Charlotte: “Charlotte, we’ve wronged you, but this truly has nothing to do with Jonathan. I know you’re heartbroken over the child’s death, but Jonathan is hurting too. Let’s go home and talk this through, okay?” Charlotte violently shook off Nora’s arm: “How long are you going to keep protecting Jonathan? When his three children died mysteriously before, you begged people on camera not to discuss it too much, afraid it would affect Jonathan. This monster could actually bear to watch you two plead with others, and you still want to protect him.” Charlotte sneered as she looked at me: “Jonathan, would you rather watch your parents, at their age, humble themselves and beg everyone like this than tell the truth?”
When Charlotte spoke, everyone’s eyes immediately focused on me. A man said, “The truth? Looks like there’s definitely more to this story. After all, how could all his children die in such bizarre ways?” A woman asked, “So what is the truth?” Everyone looked at Charlotte, but her questioning gaze was fixed firmly on me. I gave a bitter smile. “You want me to tell the truth? Don’t you think I want to find out the truth about my children’s deaths? They were my children—I loved them more than anyone. But I really don’t know why they suddenly died every time they called me ‘Daddy.’” Charlotte slapped me hard across the face. “I can’t believe you’re still lying.” She pointed at Emily’s body. “This isn’t our child at all. I’ve already seen Emily—she’s actually not dead at all, is she? Jonathan, where did you hide Emily? Give me back my child!” Everyone around us was stunned by Charlotte’s words. After all, Emily’s body was right there. They all thought Charlotte was hallucinating from grief. But the next second, they suddenly understood why Charlotte would say such a thing—because Charlotte pulled out surveillance footage. In the surveillance video, Emily had gone to kindergarten normally today and was still there now. Instantly, everyone’s eyes turned to the body covered with a white sheet. If the girl in the surveillance footage was Emily, then who was this corpse? Before I could figure it out, Charlotte continued, “Jonathan, I don’t understand why you’re doing this, but give me back my child. Which kindergarten is she at? When did you switch her out? Give her back to me!” I said, “I didn’t—” I was about to explain when Nora suddenly shouted, interrupting me. Then she turned to Charlotte and said, “Charlotte, I’m so sorry. I can’t bear the guilt anymore. I have to tell you the truth. You’re wrong—that girl in the surveillance footage really isn’t Emily. This dead girl is the real one. Because I know how she died.” “What?” Charlotte’s eyes widened instantly, her face pale as she approached Nora. Nora pointed at me. “It was him. Jonathan killed his children with his own hands. He’s had XYY syndrome since childhood. When he was little, he killed countless cats and dogs he raised by throwing them to their deaths. But I never thought he’d be cruel enough to murder his own children. His father and I tried to stop him, but he always said it would be the last time. We’re guilty too! Jonathan is our only child, so we kept covering for him. But Charlotte, I can’t bear to watch you go crazy looking for your child. Emily is dead, and she was indeed killed by Jonathan’s own hands.” Everyone around us was stunned, and it took a long time before anyone reacted. A man said in shock, “Did I hear that right? Jonathan killed his own children with his bare hands? Why would he do such a thing?” Charlotte stood frozen, staring at me stiffly. All I could do was weakly defend myself. “No, I didn’t.” Charlotte demanded harshly, “Everyone knows your parents love you dearly. How could they possibly frame you? Jonathan, why did you kill my children?” I looked desperately at Jaxon and Nora, but they looked pained as they urged me, “Jonathan, you’ve already done enough wrong. If we keep covering for you, we won’t be able to live with ourselves.” I stared at them in disbelief. Why? Why would Jaxon and Nora, who had always loved me, lie to frame me? I tried to explain, but everyone around believed that Jaxon and Nora, who loved me so much, couldn’t possibly be framing me. A bystander who couldn’t stand it anymore punched me in the face, cursing, “You animal! You actually killed your own children! How dare you stand here pretending to be innocent?” A woman shouted, “Even if the law sentences you to death, we wouldn’t think it’s excessive. Someone like you should be tortured to death!” A man chimed in, “Exactly! I’m so furious. Today, I’ll beat you to death for your children!” The crowd, believing Jaxon and Nora’s words, surrounded me and beat me mercilessly. I knew nothing I said would matter, so I just let countless fists rain down on me. Just when I was in despair, I glanced again at the child on Charlotte’s phone screen and suddenly froze. I finally understood why every child died after calling me “Daddy.”
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