I shouted into the phone, "Veda! Don't you know that the nanny went back to her home a week ago? Anna is only three years old, and you left her alone at home. If anything happens to her, I won't let you go!"
After saying that, I hung up the phone.
After I got my phone, the first thing I saw was a message from the nanny. Her husband had a car accident and she had to resign and rush back to take care of him.
The time was a week ago.
If the nanny sent me a message, it meant she also sent this message to Veda. So, Veda should know it.
Just thinking that Anna had been home alone for almost a week, I was going crazy.
When I got home, I prayed for my daughter's safety while hurriedly opening the door.
Soon, the door opened, and there was silence.
"Anna! Anna, Daddy's back!
Where are you?"
I looked everywhere for my daughter and my face was covered with tears.
My precious daughter, you must be safe.
Finally, I found her in the bedroom on the second floor.
My little girl was lying quietly on the floor, holding a family photo tightly.
I rushed up and held her in my arms, crying uncontrollably.
"Anna, hold on, Dad will take you to the hospital."
I couldn't believe that my daughter had passed away. I believed that as long as I took her to the hospital, she would be able to survive.
I picked up the keys and rushed to the hospital with my daughter in my arms.
"Mr. Salazar, your daughter has been dead for a long time."
"I don't believe it! Doctor, please save her, I'm begging you."
I knelt on the ground, holding the doctor's sleeve and pleading desperately.
The nurse covered my daughter with a white cloth and then called the police under the doctor's instructions.
I stayed with my daughter and refused to leave. I held her hand tightly, as if only in this way could I feel that she hadn't left me.
After a while, the sound of sirens came.
"Sir, when this girl was brought here, she had been dead for more than 24 hours. We suspect that something is wrong with her family, so we called you."
During the police interrogation, I was still in a daze.
I couldn't believe that my daughter had passed away like this. I would never hear her call me daddy again.
Just thinking about this, I couldn't help but cover my face, tears streaming down my face.
The police patted my shoulder and expressed their condolences.
Then they began to ask me questions.