All Chapters of Daddy, Don't Be Mad, I'll Stay Put: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

"Are you still alive?"The basement door was pushed open a crack, and Dad stood in the backlight, covering his nose and mouth in disgust."It smells like a rat has died here. Arlene, it's been three days—have you learned how to be a proper doormat yet?"Dad looked down at me, his eyes devoid of any warmth a father might have for his daughter. Instead, they held only the impatience one might feel toward a defective product.Three days ago, Callie Archer was wearing those specially made dance shoes, their soles studded with sharp steel spikes.She said it was desensitization therapy for her "walking phobia". She could only bring herself to take a step when she felt something soft yet slightly firm beneath her feet.That something was my back.When the first steel spike pierced my skin and dug into the space between my vertebrae, I couldn't help but tremble.Callie screamed and fell onto the lawn, scraping her knee.Mom lunged at me like a madwoman, her high heel breaking my ribs

Chapter 2

I was floating. My body felt light, and the bone-deep pain was gone. I looked down at that small, frail corpse curled up in the tattered cotton batting. Its eyes were wide open, as if refusing to close even in death, and a dark red trail of blood still lingered at the corner of its mouth.So ugly. No wonder Mom and Dad didn't like it.I drifted through the heavy basement door and into the living room. It was brightly lit, the heater blasting warm air. A comedy show played on TV.Callie, still wearing those spike-studded dance shoes, sat cross-legged on the couch eating cherries. Mom was feeding them for her, while Dad was massaging her legs."Callie, does your leg still hurt?" Dad asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.Callie let out a coquettish scoff. "It hurts. That wretched Arlene has such hard bones—they made my feet ache. Dad, can you break her bones tomorrow? That way they'd be softer to step on."Hovering in midair, I felt no chill, yet my heart grew utterly cold. It turned

Chapter 3

The next morning, the villa was a flurry of activity.Callie was to participate in the city's children's talent competition. Stylists and makeup artists buzzed around her.She was wearing a fluffy tulle princess dress, yet she was throwing a tantrum."Where's my doormat? Without Arlene to carry me to the car, I'm too scared to walk!"She sat in her wheelchair, slamming a hairbrush down with a loud crash.Frantic, Mom yelled at the housekeeper, Harriet Browning, "Drag Arlene out of the basement. Make sure to wash her properly so that she doesn't dirty Callie's dress."Harriet scurried off obediently, and I drifted after her into the basement.She covered her nose and nudged the stiff body on the floor. "Ms. Arlene, stop sleeping. Ms. Callie is waiting."The body didn't move an inch.Harriet impatiently gave a hard tug. With a dull thud, the corpse rolled over. The face was bruised and blackened, the pupils clouded and fixed, staring straight up at the ceiling.Harriet let out

Chapter 4

Intense resentment set my soul ablaze. The space around me began to twist and warp. In the darkness, it felt as if an invisible pair of hands was tearing me apart.The pain was worse than breaking a bone."Arlene, what are you spacing out for? Get down now!"A sharp female voice pierced through my consciousness. My eyes snapped open.Harsh sunlight and the scent of grass mixed with earth filled my nostrils. Before me was a pair of pink dance shoes. The densely packed steel spikes on their soles gleamed coldly.I froze.Was I in the yard?I instinctively touched my chest. My heart was pounding violently, and my ribs weren't broken. And though my breathing was rapid, it was smooth.I wasn't dead?No.I'd been reborn.And I'd returned to the year I was eleven years old, before my spine had fully deformed and my ribs had been kicked in. I was back to the last time Callie put on those deathly dance shoes and trampled on me."Arlene, are you deaf?"Mom stood nearby impatiently w

Chapter 5

"Callie!" Mom let out a shriek, dropping her parasol and rushing over.Dad also overturned his coffee cup and sprinted to Callie's side. "What happened? How did you fall?"He scooped Callie into his arms. When he saw the mangled flesh of her lower leg, his eyes instantly reddened."It hurts. Dad, it hurts so much," Callie wailed hysterically. Then, she pointed at me and shouted, "It was Arlene! She dodged on purpose. She wanted me to fall and die!"Mom whipped her head around, her gaze so vicious it seemed she wanted to devour me alive. She raised her hand, sharp nails aimed straight for my face."You little brat, why did you dodge? If Callie ends up with a scar, I'll skin you alive!"In my previous life, that was how she ruptured my eardrum. But this time, I didn't just stand there stupidly. Before her slap could land, I covered my head and let out a scream even more piercing than before."Don't hit me! Don't hit me! I won't do it again! Mom, don't kill me!" I shouted while rol

Chapter 6

The ambulance arrived, and so did the police car.I was lifted onto a stretcher. As they raised me, I cracked my eyes open just enough to glance at Dad.He was desperately explaining to the police officer, "Officer, this is a misunderstanding, really. It's just kids roughhousing, nothing serious."The officer, looking at the scars covering my body, replied coldly, "Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, the medical report will determine that."At the hospital, I was wheeled into the emergency room. The doctor was an older man named Dr. Hodge. When he cut open my clothes and saw my back, his hands trembled.The examination revealed scoliosis, severe soft tissue contusions, and a back entirely covered in a dense pattern of needle-like scars. These were the marks left by long-term trampling from spiked shoes."Animals!" Dr. Hodge slammed his stethoscope onto the table in a rage. "This is a six-year-old child we're talking about! This isn't parenting—it's breeding hatred!"I chose

Chapter 7

What did Dad care about the most? His image, his reputation, and Parson Group's stock price, of course.In my previous life, I died quietly so he could still use money to sweep it under the rug.This time, I wanted him exposed under the spotlight, condemned by all.#WealthyFamilyChildAbuseCase#ParsonHeiressTurnedHumanDoormat#SixYearOldGirlWithDeformedSpineThese hashtags surged to the top of trending topics within just two hours. The video provided by Mrs. Copeland, combined with my hospital injury report, formed an irrefutable case.People exploded in an uproar."Are the parents even human? Even a vicious tiger wouldn't eat its own cub!""Is the stepdaughter plated in gold? Why does the biological daughter have to be a doormat?""I'll never buy anything from Parson Group anymore. We should all boycott this disgusting company!"Parson Group's stock price hit the limit down as soon as the market opened.Dad's phone was flooded with calls. Inside the hospital room, he was p

Chapter 8

Dad was detained for investigation, whereas Mom was temporarily released on bail to care for the injured Callie. But their reputations were already in tatters.Callie's leg became infected, and it was said she might be left with a scar. She threw tantrum after tantrum in the hospital."My leg is ruined! I'll never be a dancer! I'm going to kill Arlene! I'll kill that bitch!"Mom comforted her, "Callie, calm down. I'll avenge you. Once this blows over, I'll make sure that wretched girl suffers a fate worse than death."They thought they were alone in the hospital room. But little did they know, I had earlier asked a nurse to accidentally leave my teddy bear there. Hidden inside was a micro voice recorder, a "protective charm" Dr. Hodge had given me.A few days later, I was discharged from the hospital. With Dad still under investigation, Mom, as my legal guardian, was forced to take me home.The villa was cold and quiet, and the maids' gazes toward me had changed to one tinged wit

Chapter 9

Half a month later, Dad was released on bail.Although the court of public opinion still stood against him, his wealth and influence allowed him to hire the best legal team.To salvage his image, Dad decided to throw a grand fifteenth birthday party for Callie. He invited celebrities from all fields and even the media.On the surface, it was to celebrate Callie's birthday. But in reality, it was to showcase his image as a loving father and clarify the child abuse rumors."See how well I treat my stepdaughter, so why would I abuse my own flesh and blood?"That was his well-laid plan.On the day of the party, the villa was brilliantly lit.Callie, wearing a custom-made haute couture gown, sat in her wheelchair like a fragile porcelain doll. Dad pushed her, his face full of affection. Mom, holding Dad's arm, smiled with elegant grace.I was forced into an old dress and stood in a corner like an out-of-place maid.Dad stood on the stage, microphone in hand, speaking with practiced

Chapter 10

The party turned into a complete farce.Dad announced an immediate divorce and threw both Mom and Callie out of the villa. But he didn't manage to salvage his reputation.The fact that he had abused his biological daughter remained, and coupled with the scandal of being played for a fool by Callie, Parson Group's stock completely crashed.The board of directors unanimously voted to remove Dad from his position as chairman.Once arrogant and untouchable, Dad became the target of public scorn overnight.In the villa, Dad lay sprawled on the couch, dead drunk. The floor was littered with empty bottles.I walked down the stairs with my backpack. I was leaving. Dr. Hodge had helped me arrange a spot at a reputable boarding school and applied for legal aid on my behalf.I was going to leave this living hell for good."Arlene." Dad saw me, and a faint light flickered in his bleary eyes. He stumbled over, trying to grab my hand. "Arlene, don't leave. I was wrong and blinded by that vil

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