The forensic mom examined my body, but she didn't find out that it was her own daughter who died.

The criminal tortured me to death while my father, a leading detective, and my mother, the chief forensic pathologist, were with my sister Lydia at her competition.

A criminal that my dad had once apprehended sought revenge by cutting out my tongue and using my phone to call him. My dad said just one thing before hanging up:

"Whatever happens, Lydia's competition is the priority today!"

The criminal laughed bitterly, "Seems like I kidnapped the wrong person. I thought they'd care more about their own flesh and blood!"