All Chapters of He Called Me a Child Trafficker: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Give me back the keys. Give me the child.”Panic tore through my chest as I stared at Emily’s condition. I struggled with everything I had, trying to break free from the security guards and reach my emergency kit.“Stay still.” The two burly guards saw me fighting back, twisted my arms behind me, and slammed me onto the rough concrete.Pain shot through my knees and elbows as skin tore and blood seeped out, yet I did not care.“She is going to die. Let me go.” I roared the words and strained against their grip. Desperate, I pulled out my phone, unlocked it, and shoved the screen forward. “This is my nationally registered electronic nursing license from the Health Commission. Look at it yourselves.”My credentials were displayed clearly.A few parents leaned closer, hesitation flickering across their faces.“Mr. Lane, that really does look like a nurse’s license. Maybe we should let him treat her first.”Vincent let out a cold laugh.“Do not be fooled.” He raised his voice on

Just when I was on the brink of despair, the city hospital ambulance arrived.“Dr. Warren, over here. Hurry.” I screamed until my voice cracked.The parents erupted in excitement.“Look, the doctors are here. The ambulance is here.”Before the vehicle had fully stopped, Dr. Warren jumped out with two nurses carrying a defibrillator and an emergency kit.“Zayn, where is the child?” Dr. Warren was drenched in sweat. Her eyes locked onto me pinned down by the guards.“There. Laryngeal swelling. She is already starting to convulse.” I pointed at Vincent. My eyes burned with fury.Dr. Warren did not waste a second. She rushed forward with the nurses.“I am Chief of Emergency Medicine Hannah Warren. Lay the child flat. We need to perform an emergency cricothyrotomy immediately.”What happened next was something I never imagined.Instead of letting go at the sight of real medical personnel and a legitimate ambulance, Vincent reacted like a startled madman. He clutched Emily tightly

The announcement that resuscitation had failed plunged the entire chaotic scene into a deathly silence.The parents exchanged stunned looks. The rage on their faces slowly faded into fear and lingering shock.I was handcuffed and placed into a police car.Before I got in, I fixed my eyes on Vincent.He covered his face and pretended to weep in front of the officers. Through the gaps between his fingers, I caught it clearly. There was a flash of satisfaction and a brief, victorious smirk.Inside the interrogation room, I endured the longest twenty‑four hours of my life.Outside, the world had already erupted.Vincent gave an interview in the police station hallway to several unethical self‑media accounts.On camera, he sobbed as though his heart had been torn out.“I never imagined there could be such a vicious man in this world. He faked a nurse identity to fight over my wife’s assets, and in broad daylight, he killed a child. If he had not disrupted the rescue, the child woul

“Shut your mouth.” Fiona’s eyes were blood red, and she roared like an enraged lioness. “Zayn was not some gigolo. He went to your kindergarten as a volunteer for a medical checkup last month. He found Emily had bruises and needle marks all over her arms and thighs. Out of medical ethics, he contacted me through the welfare system. I am her sponsor.”She pointed at me. Her voice trembled with overwhelming grief and rage.“It was me. I asked Mr. Hale, since we lived in the same neighborhood, to occasionally help look after this poor child. I never imagined the monster abusing her in that kindergarten was you. You did not only abuse her. You twisted everything, framed an innocent man as a boy toy, and fabricated fake chat logs to destroy him.”The surrounding officers and onlookers slowly began to understand. Guilt replaced suspicion in their eyes.“That is not true.”Vincent grabbed the documents and flipped through them frantically, trying to prove Fiona was lying.The moment his

Three months later, the case went to trial.In the defendant’s seat, Vincent was escorted in by two bailiffs.In only three months, he had become unrecognizable. His hair had turned almost completely white, his body was gaunt and skeletal, and his eyes were unfocused. His mind had already collapsed.He clutched a worn piece of clothing that once belonged to Emily and muttered nonstop like a broken record.“Sweetie, have some candy… Daddy is peeling candy for you… Sweetie, it is okay. It does not hurt anymore…”The judge struck the gavel.“Defendant Vincent deliberately fed the victim a fatal allergen, fabricated evidence, incited public panic, and obstructed emergency medical personnel, causing the victim to miss the critical rescue window and die. His actions constitute intentional homicide, with extremely cruel methods, severe circumstances, and grave social impact.“The court hereby sentences the defendant, Vincent, to life imprisonment.”At the moment of sentencing, Vincent