My Dad Only Loves Me After I Died

The daughter of my father's first love suffered from heatstroke because she was left in the car, so he tied me up in a fit of anger and locked me in the car boot.

He looked at me with utter disgust and said, "I don't have a vicious daughter like you. Stay here and reflect on yourself."

I begged him, apologized to him, and pleaded for him to let me out, but all I got in return was his ruthless order. "Unless she dies, no one is allowed to let her out."

The car was parked in the garage. No one could hear me no matter how much I screamed for help.