Parents' Love Secrets Revealed After Two Children Kidnapped

When my daughter was kidnapped, my wife took the ransom to save her exboyfriend's son 1

When my daughter was kidnapped, my wife gave the ransom of two hundred thousand dollars I had collected to her exboyfriend's son for surgery.

I begged her to take the money back and save my daughter.

She looked impatient. "Your daughter was just kidnapped, but the surgery affects the boy's health."

She was sure that the robbers would not kill my daughter.

She thought it was just a threat.

But when she learned that our daughter had really died, she broke down and begged our daughter to forgive her!

1

In the morgue, when I saw my daughter's tiny body covered with white cloth, I finally broke down.

My wailing filled the hospital corridors, and I knelt in front of everyone and begged them to save my daughter.

But no one dared to answer because everyone knew that Tiffany Abbott was dead.

"Mr. Abbott, please accept my condolences. The kidnapper has been caught and the law will punish him accordingly."

I heard the police's words and came back to my senses.

"Why would he kill her... I had already asked my wife to deliver the money! Why would he still kill my daughter?"

The police were stunned when they heard this. And they looked at each other.

"No one sent money. It was precisely because no one negotiated with the kidnapper that he killed the girl later."

What? No way...

I gave all the money to Wendy Blair, and I told her again and again that this was important for our daughter's life!

I was shocked. I called Wendy with my trembling hands.

She missed more than a dozen calls. The last time I called her, she started yelling at me as soon as she answered it.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to kill me? Barry just had surgery and needs to rest, but you keep calling me. What do you want?"

I was furious. I didn't expect that even after our daughter died, she was still staying by Barry Carter's bedside.

"Wendy, you're so cruel. Where the hell did you keep that money? Now Tiffany has been killed. Do you know that?"

I was furious, but Wendy didn't seem to care at all. She yelled at me.

"Kidnap? Are you an idiot? That's fake. Tiffany must have watched too many TV dramas and acted out this with her friends to make money. I don't believe it.

"Even if it's true, no one would dare to kill her now. The kidnappers will release her in a few days if they don't get money."

I couldn't stay calm. All I could think about was Tiffany's screaming for help when I received the call from the kidnappers.

My eyes were red, and I yelled, "Wendy, I told you she was killed. You are talking nonsense."

"Hey, why are you shouting? You made up all these stories just to make me give you the money. You're even using your daughter to make money. How disgusting.

"I have no money. I'm using it to pay Barry for surgery. This surgery is critical to him. I'll give him everything! Don't hurt Barry. If anything goes wrong during the surgery, we'll get divorced!"

She then snorted. Her words showed her disregard for Tiffany.

"Tiffany should correct her bad habits. She is such a liar at such a young age. What a jerk! I wish she were dead. I don't want to see her at home after I go back."

Wendy hung up the phone after he finished speaking and blocked me.

I was desperate. I couldn't understand why a mother was so cruel to her daughter!

Wendy had never liked Tiffany since she was a child. Wendy was unwilling to participate in any activities related to Tiffany.

If I hadn't been on a business trip and unable to arrive at the time set by the kidnappers, I would not have handed the matter over to Wendy.

I thought Wendy was usually bad to Tiffany, but when Tiffany's life was at stake, Wendy would be different.

"Wendy, I want you to pay the price!"

I carried Tiffany home. Her thin body was still warm in my arms, but she could no longer call me Dad.

I cried all the way, hating myself for being powerless and even more hating Wendy for being so cold towards our daughter.

In the evening, Tiffany did not come home very late after school. She had always been very wellbehaved and obedient and would report to me whenever she went out to play or stayed at school.

Only this time, I heard no news.

I contacted everyone. When I called Wendy, she was as impatient as ever.

"Tiffany? I don't know where she is. She might be hanging out with some boys. Humph, she can't control herself."

"Wendy, what are you talking about? Tiffany is your biological daughter. No mother would slander her own daughter like this."

Wendy sneered, "Slander? Barry told me that. He is not like Tiffany, who is stupid.

"I want to know if she is my biological daughter. I am ashamed to have such a shameless daughter."

It was Barry again!

A long time ago, I noticed that Wendy was particularly interested in Barry. After some investigation, I found out that he was actually the son of Wendy's exboyfriend.

Tiffany and Barry were in the same school, and he even pursued her. When he failed, he spread rumors to the whole grade and said vicious talk about Tiffany.

I was so angry that I went to school, but Wendy beat me up after knowing this.

"Did you want to destroy him? Tiffany was just slandered. Don't spoil her!

"Barry said that it was Tiffany who took the initiative to seduce him. Don't slander a good boy without knowing the truth!"

From that day on, Tiffany, who had been a cheerful and talkative girl, gradually closed herself off.

I could see her painful struggle, so I applied for a transfer for her. However, before I could complete the process, she was kidnapped.

At that time, Wendy didn't care where Tiffany had gone. She just finished talking and hung up the phone.

And I clearly heard a boy talking to her.

"Give me some milk."

It turned out that she ignored Tiffany's safety and was taking care of her exboyfriend's child in his home.

But she had never done such a small and easy thing for Tiffany.

...

I sat in the car from dusk to dawn with Tiffany in my mind.

I remember that when I called Wendy to pay the ransom, I hurried back and reminded her to be on time.

But she said calmly, "Barry's surgery costs money. Devin was in a difficult situation, so I gave him the money."

I was shocked, and I couldn't help but roar, "You gave him the money? Wendy, I beg you... You can have whatever you want in the future, but you can't use this money! Please save Tiffany. Don't take risk!"

I begged her on the phone. It took a long time before I heard her perfunctorily reply.

"Oh, I see. You are so annoying. The girl is good at making trouble."

I regret it. If I hadn't trusted Wendy so much at that time, if I had kept an eye on her the whole time, Tiffany would not have died.

Wendy didn't ask about her until the day after Tiffany's death, but I was able to learn about her recent situation from others.

After Barry had surgery. Wendy stayed in the hospital like a nanny, taking care of him. She even slept in the hospital at night to make it easier to take care of him.

The people in the same ward envied Barry for having such a good mother. Wendy smiled and did not refute. Instead, Barry knocked over the milk with one hand.

"She's not my mother. She's a mistress."

Even so, Wendy was still able to tolerate him with a smile, saying that he didn't mean it.

But back then, Tiffany just ate one more strawberry, and she scolded Tiffany for being rude.

I often wondered who Wendy’s biological child was.

Wendy blocked me, so I had to call her using my friend’s phone.

The call was answered. It was a man who spoke, "Hello, who is this?"

It was Devin Carter, Wendy’s exboyfriend. I knew his voice.

"Where's Wendy? Let her answer the phone."

The other party seemed to realize who I was, and continued, "It's you, Wendy's current husband. She always mentions you to me, and I'm pretty familiar with you.

"Wendy is taking a shower at my house. She said she won't be going home tonight. Don't worry. I will take good care of her."

Tiffany just dead, but Wendy couldn't wait to move into another man's house!

I was so emotional that I couldn't help but yell, "Let her answer the phone!"

As soon as I finished speaking, footsteps approached from afar. Wendy gently calmed Devin before saying to me.

"What are you doing? Why are you yelling? You are rude. Tiffany learned that from you!"

"How dare you mention Tiffany? What were you doing on the day Tiffany passed away? You were busy taking care of Barry. You didn't even care about your own daughter's life!"

Wendy sneered, "Oh, stop acting. She was kidnapped and is now murdered. What lie will you tell next?

"John, don't criticize me all the time and say I speak harshly. Aren't you cursing your daughter to death for that money?

"If you have the energy to cheat me, you might as well make more money. Otherwise, Tiffany, that loser, will be nothing without you!"

Unexpectedly, Tiffany died without receiving any motherly love from Wendy and was insulted by her with vicious words.

I tried my best to stay calm. My teeth were chattering.

"Wendy, tomorrow is Tiffany's funeral. If you still have a conscience, come to see her."

"I'm busy." Before I finished speaking, Wendy impatiently said.

"Tiffany is a liar, but you, too?! I have to go to the hospital tomorrow to take care of Barry. I have no time to play with you two. You're crazy!"

She hung up the phone again, just like she had done many times before, taking the initiative to cut off contact with me and Tiffany.

This marriage was wrong from the beginning. Now, I finally regrated it and was tired of it.

As expected, Wendy did not come to Tiffany's funeral.

Several relatives called her one after another, but she scolded them all back, "You are annoying! Go back to tell John that I am needed here. Stop making trouble when it comes to a boy's life! So annoying!"

Then everyone present knew that Wendy did not even attend her daughter's funeral because of another man's child.

I felt ashamed, and I really didn't want to delay Tiffany's funeral because of Wendy, so I controlled my anger and said goodbye to Tiffany with a smile.

"My dear Tiffany... I have not done a good job in this life. I hope I have a chance to make it up to you with everything I have."

My voice choked with sobs. Tiffany's voice and smile could not be erased from my mind.

The happier she smiled, the more I hated Wendy.

...

After the funeral, Tiffany's teacher found me and put a box of daily necessities and books in my car.

"Mr. Abbott, these are Tiffany's things from school. I wanted to leave them for you as a souvenir, so I brought them here without permission."

I nodded in thanks. After seeing off all the guests, I just sat there in a daze holding the box.

Tiffany didn’t have much stuff. A small box was enough to hold everything she had just begun in her youth.

There was a letter on the top, which looked like it was written by Tiffany. And the cover of the envelope was addressed to her mother.

[Happy birthday to my dear mother! I make this gift by myself. Although it is a little simple, I spent a long time on it. I'm sure you will like it very much.]

[Mom, I've always wanted to ask you why you didn't come to my parentteacher meeting but instead attended it for Barry from the next class. But then I thought, I must be not good enough. When I'm good enough to make you proud, you will come to my parentteacher meeting, right?]

[Mom, I still love you very much. Can you hug me again and tell me that you love me like you did when I was little? I really want a complete and happy family with you and Daddy.]

My hands were shaking, and I couldn't stop crying while sitting in the car.

Tiffany was only fifteen years old and was the best student in the class. She should be carefree and innocent.

But she died. Even before she died, she was still thinking about how to please Wendy!

All she needs was her mother's hug.

I couldn't stand it any longer, so I stepped on the accelerator and drove to the hospital.

Wendy even skipped work to take care of Barry. I simply ran to the hospital and looked for her in every room.

Sure enough, in a single room, Wendy was seen patiently cutting fruit for Barry.

Seeing that it was me, Wendy was shocked and pushed me out quickly.

"Why are you here? Stop it. Barry just had the surgery and needs to rest for a few days. If you have anything to say, go outside and tell me!"

I sneered, ignored her words, rushed in, tore the medical record on the bedside, and threw it to the ground.

"Appendicitis. This is what you call a major surgery. This is what you call a lifethreatening surgery!

"Appendectomy surgery costs two hundred thousand dollars?"

Wendy frowned, played her finger, and said with reason.

"He needs supplements. Those medicines for postoperative recovery need money. And I will buy some clothes and food for him.

"It's shameless for you, a grown man, to be so stingy. I'm not surprised that Tiffany is like that with a father like you."

Every time she mentioned Tiffany, my heart ached.

She wasted Tiffany's lifesaving money but called me shameless.

I made fists with my hands and took a deep breath. "Wendy, let's get a divorce. I will make you pay for everything you owe me and Tiffany."

Wendy didn't care about what I said and thought I was just using this to make her change her mind.

She was beautiful, so she was proud and arrogant and only believed her thoughts.

She didn't believe that there was someone she couldn't win, and didn't believe that I, her husband who had been good to her for so many years, would be willing to leave her.

Wendy rolled her eyes and waved her hand perfunctorily.

"Okay. Okay. I'll go home after I take care of Barry, okay? Threatening me with divorce, John, you are so bold."

"I'm serious, Wendy. See you at the law office at 10 a.m. tomorrow. If you don't come, you will get the court summons."

Maybe it was because I was too severe, Wendy's face that seemed to be planning everything finally changed.

"John, are you really going to divorce me? Are you crazy? Have you forgotten how you chased me and begged me to marry you? Now, you want to divorce me for such a small matter?"

Wendy was right. It was I who pursued her relentlessly and was willing to take care of her.

Even though I knew that she married me just to piss off Devin, I had no complaints, thinking that one day she would be touched by me.

But I waited for more than ten years.

Wendy shouted so loudly that she woke up Barry, who was soundly sleeping.

He called Wendy in a hoarse voice. She immediately ran to him and started to busy herself.

"Hey! Barry, I'm here. What's wrong? Do you want some water or some fruit? Are you hungry?"

Barry was impatient. "You are making so much noise. Can you leave?"

Wendy was stunned for a moment but still agreed with a smile. Her look made me feel sick.

It was ironic that what Tiffany had always dreamed of was discarded by the boy.

Coming out of the ward, Wendy took two steps forward and called me.

"John, I'm really sorry. I was too busy to take care of you and Tiffany. Ask Tiffany what she wants to eat. I'll make it for her when Barry is discharged from the hospital."

Maybe Wendy thought this was the best compromise she'd ever made, and I'd be ungrateful if I didn't take it.

But Tiffany was dead. This woman who didn't love me was nothing to me.

I pressed on and pushed her into a corner. My voice was serious and cold.

"Wendy, I've told you many times that Tiffany is dead. She didn't enjoy your love when she was alive. Now that she's gone, there's no need for you to pretend."

Wendy wanted to blame me, but when she saw my expression, her eyes were suddenly filled with fear and confusion. "Tiffany... Is she really dead?"

"Yes, thanks to you, her mother, she died."

"You must be kidding. No way. She wouldn't... No, there must be something wrong."

Wendy murmured, hurriedly took out her cell phone, and dialed the number that no one would answer again and again.

When she got to the eleventh call, she finally broke down and cried, "No. No! Impossible! She never tells the truth. She must be lying to me!"