Once we got home, I prepared a bottle of formula for her and rocked her to sleep.
The fatigue of a sleepless night finally caught up with me, and I dozed off fully clothed on the couch.
When I woke up, it was already noon. Just as I was about to make lunch, the doctor’s words from yesterday suddenly came to mind.
He had told me to check the surveillance footage at home.
What did he mean by that? Could it be that Juni’s accidental ingestion of sleeping pills was not an accident? Was it deliberate?
The thought sent shivers down my spine. There were only two people in the house—Christian and I.
Could Christian have been the one who gave Juni the sleeping pills?
That seemed impossible. Even though he was unfaithful, I did not think he would harm his own daughter.
With a lingering sense of doubt, I opened the surveillance feed. I did not have to watch for long before anger surged through me.
The footage was crystal clear. It showed Christian crushing sleeping pills and mixing them into Juni’s formula.
He then got on the phone and said, “Peyton, don’t worry, I’ll pick you up at your door on time. The little brat wouldn’t stop crying, so I’m just going to make her quiet down for a bit.”
He must not have realized the cameras were still recording, or he would not have dared to be so brazen.
I could not believe it. To think he was this heartless toward his own daughter, his flesh and blood!
Tears blurred my vision again, but this time, they were not from sadness—they were from fury. No mother would tolerate anyone hurting her child, even if that person was the child’s father.
I wiped my tears away and forced myself to stay calm as I continued reviewing the footage.
To my shock, I discovered that while I was at work, Christian—who was supposed to be working from home—had repeatedly brought Peyton to our house.
