"Mrs. Floyd, your child has already told us that you beat her."
My mother looked unhappy, while Dolcie next to her tried to hold back a smile.
She said sarcastically, "Carrie, you always say how much you like your daughter, but I didn't expect you to beat her. Most importantly, you never abuse your son, right? You don't favor boys over girls, do you?"
"What do you mean? Are you trying to frame me? I always treat both of them equally. It's just because Zoe likes to run around."
Carrie lied without hesitation, and the staff's face immediately darkened.
"Mrs. Floyd, according to Child Protection Law, if you continue to abuse your daughter like this, we will prosecute you. Once the lawsuit is established, you'll be sentenced to several years in jail."
When it came to the law, my mother immediately became timid and explained obsequiously.
"I didn't mean it. She is my child. How could I bear to hurt her? I really didn't mean it."
Fearing that the staff of the Child Protective Service would be soft-hearted, I moved closer to them. The next moment, I pointed at my face and cried out in pain.
"Miss, my face still hurts."
The staff member became serious again, and then she warned my mother.
"We will make further follow-up visits. Once the little girl is beaten again, we will definitely sue you or deprive you of custody."
"That's right! She is your child, and you have to treat her well."
Long after, my mother finally sent them away. She then dragged me in with a stern face.
"How dare you! You even called the police. Do you think they can keep watching me all the time? Believe it or not, I will beat you up."
Just as I thought, my mother threatened me after they left. So, I opened the door and screamed.
"Help me! My mom is going to hit me again."
The Child Protective Service staff members returned by the same route suddenly. It shocked my mother.
The staff then contacted the people from the community. After that, the news that my mother abused me had been reported for a week.
Besides, the neighbors were asked to supervise my mother.
My mother, who was such a proud person, was completely humiliated. For a long time, whenever we appeared together, people who knew her would stare at her. Also, I could even hear them whispering to one another.
"That's her! Although she is an intellectual with a good job, she favors boys over girls and even beats the girl at home."