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Pricing Every Hug in a Loveless Home Chapter 11
I saw Dad get shot and collapse, and I saw "Accountant" pinned firmly to the ground by the police.The port's floodlights blazed so brightly, as if they could expose every corner of darkness in the world.Dad hadn't killed anyone.…In the hospital, Dad woke up and saw the senior detective sitting beside his bed.Saying nothing, the latter simply picked up an apple and quietly peeled it for Dad in one long, continuous spiral.Dad looked at the apple and at the detective's focused movements.Suddenly, this man who had been as precise as a machine his entire life broke down. Tears streamed silently down his face.He finally wept like a real human being. For me, and for himself."Accountant" and his ring were ultimately sentenced to death.As for Dad, because of his earlier assaults and illegal setup to lure the criminals, he was sentenced to three years in prison.In court, he accepted the verdict with complete calmness.I watched Dad as he was led away. He turned back for on
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Both the police and Aunt Sophie were keeping a close watch on Dad, but all they saw was him performing complex financial transactions.They thought he had finally given up on violence and retreated back into his familiar world of numbers.Though full of suspicion, the senior detective could find no evidence that he was planning to break the law."Accountant" took the bait.Through layers of encrypted channels, he contacted Dad's shell company.After several rounds of testing each other out, they agreed to perform the capital verification and trade at an abandoned harbor.I followed Dad to the port.It was dark, cold, and damp—so much like the place I was kept in right before I lost consciousness."Accountant" showed up.He was a refined-looking middle-aged man in gold-rimmed glasses and a tailored suit. He looked just like Dad used to.Dad showed "Accountant" the enormous sum in the account, enough to buy the entire port.Then, he pressed a button. A photo of me—the one wher
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I followed Dad into the tiny interrogation room. It was the same place he had come to report my disappearance before.I saw the senior detective sitting across from him.The detective pushed a stack of files in front of Dad, flipping through them page by page."This driver… has a kid about the same age as your son, diagnosed with leukemia just last month."And the guy in charge of watching the kids got involved for the very first time just to raise money for his paralyzed mother back in his hometown."Dad cut him off coldly, "Their excuses don't justify my son's death. That's a separate issue entirely."The detective raised his head. "You're right. It's a separate issue. Your son's death is one matter, and the law will pursue it to the very end."But your assault is another matter entirely, and the law will hold you accountable all the same. Mr. Malone, you're a smart man. You should understand this better than I do."Dad fell silent.The officer told him that the police had b
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I saw Aunt Sophie standing at Dad's doorway. Her eyes were rimmed with red.She asked Dad if it was him, in the exact same tone she used back when she confronted him about splitting every expense with me.Dad didn't answer. He just looked at her coldly.He was no longer the dad I used to know.Without waiting for his response, Aunt Sophie pushed the door open and rushed inside.Her eyes immediately caught the massive whiteboard on the wall as well as the names crossed off in red marker.The truth was laid bare right in front of her.Aunt Sophie started crying.She wasn't crying for the human traffickers Dad had "settled accounts" with. She was crying for Dad, for Mom, who was still lying in bed refusing to eat or drink, and for me.She screamed at him, "Henry Malone! Look at what you've turned yourself into! You've made yourself into a monster too! Kevin is watching you from above! He would never want to see you like this!"Hearing Aunt Sophie say that I wouldn't want to see
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Dad got his hands on the first set of files, which belonged to the driver of that white van.It included his photo, home address, daily commute, and family details. Everything was laid out in crystal clarity.Dad began gathering his tools—a hammer, thick rope, and black industrial gloves.Seeing these items in my world made me feel terrified and lost.He wasn't the dad who argued over the price of a single piece of candy anymore.I followed him into a dark alleyway without any security cameras.He waited there in the shadows.When the driver came strolling down the alley, humming a tune and stumbling under the influence, Dad stepped out from the dark.Before the driver could even react, a wave of excruciating pain split his knee open. He shrieked and fell to his knees.Dad crouched beside him and whispered into his ear, "Consider this… the transportation fee."Then he raised the hammer and shattered his other kneecap."Account settled," Dad said softly.I screamed, desperat
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I stayed behind with Dad.He went to the bank and withdrew all the money from his accounts. I watched as stacks of green bills piled up on the table like a small mountain.Dad really had a lot of money.Why did I have to pay for even a single hug back then?He didn't go home. Instead, he went to a newly rented, empty little apartment. Inside, there was only a bed and a table.He hung a whiteboard on the wall, just like the one he used to use for our family budget planning.But when he picked up the marker, the first thing he wrote at the top of the whiteboard was my name, Kevin Malone.Right after my name, he drew a massive equal sign. On the other side of that sign, he started writing a string of words. "The traffickers' lives, their families, their fear, their despair…"Looking at that whiteboard made me shudder.He began liquidating everything he owned—our home, the car, and the stocks in his account.He had only one demand for the real estate agent. "Turn it all into cash
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