The Pathetic Pervert novel Chapter 6

It was then that I realized what kind of person I had gotten involved with.

He was a pervert. I couldn't let my wife and daughter live here any longer. We had to move immediately.

When I got home, my wife wasn't waiting for me in the living room like she usually did.

I opened my daughter's bedroom door. My wife was lying next to our daughter, and I saw tear stains on her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She motioned for me to be quiet. Then she carefully got up and walked with me to the living room before bursting into tears in my arms.

"What happened?" I asked.

She choked up as she explained everything that had happened.

Today, when she picked up Jane, she saw Victor and hurriedly ran home with Jane without stopping.

As they were going upstairs, Victor suddenly rushed out and tried to grab Jane's clothes.

My wife was terrified, but she held onto Jane tightly, protecting her.

Luckily, a neighbor heard the commotion and came over to chase Victor away. That's how they made it home.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?" I asked.

Hearing my wife's account of what happened, I was so scared I forgot to breathe.

"I'm okay, but Jane was really frightened. She didn't even eat dinner. I just got her to sleep," she said.

My hands trembled slightly. After everything that had happened today, I was really scared. This whole family was insane.

My resolve grew even stronger. "We have to move immediately," I said.

Fortunately, the new house had been renovated for half a year. The formaldehyde should have dissipated by now.

We had originally planned to wait until I was less busy and then choose a good day to move in.

But now, it seemed like we couldn't afford to wait another moment.

I started running, put my daughter in the car, and locked the door.

My wife quickly got in too. I hit the gas and drove out of the neighborhood.

My heart finally settled a little.

"Daddy, why did Ashley say that about me? Should I not wear skirts anymore?" my daughter asked.

My heart ached, and I felt a wave of guilt. My misplaced kindness had caused my daughter so much pain.

I patiently explained, "Ashley was wrong to say those things. You don't need to change. She just wants to scare you, to make you afraid to wear skirts. But you're the bravest. You won't let that scare you, right?"

My daughter smiled and nodded firmly. "Right," she said.

Just as she finished speaking, there was a loud bang from the car. The steering wheel and brakes both failed.

"Ah!!!"