My Eight-Month-Pregnant Daughter Was Forced to Become a Blood Slave for a Tycoon. I Took My Family's Military Honors and Knelt at the Military District Gates

On New Year's Eve, my eight-month-pregnant daughter and son-in-law are late getting off work.

Worried sick, I go out to look for them.

By a dumpster, I find my son-in-law with both legs broken, barely clinging to life.

When I find my daughter, the baby has already been cut from her womb.

My daughter and grandchild have become blood slaves to the daughter of a wealthy family suffering from leukemia.

They have me beaten until I'm seriously injured, then throw me into a hospital corridor like a dead dog.

Everyone around me tries to talk me out of it.