My Eight-Month-Pregnant Daughter Was Forced to Work as a Blood Slave for the Plutocrats. I Kneeled at the Gate of the Military District with My Family's Achievements.

On New Year's Eve, my daughter and son-in-law, who were eight months pregnant, didn't get off work. I waited so anxiously that I went out to search. He unexpectedly found his dying son-in-law with his legs broken next to the trash can. When I found my daughter, the child had already been cut out of her belly. Both my daughter and grandson became the blood slaves of a rich man suffering from leukemia. They ordered people to beat me seriously and leave me like a dead dog in the corridor of the hospital. Everyone around me advised me. "The Fu family controls the city's economic lifeline. It's impossible for a widow like you to compete." "They are kind and willing to give money as compensation. Your daughter and son-in-law can't earn this kind of money even if they work all their lives, so why should they be dissatisfied!" I complained all over the city, but no one dared to take the case. And her daughter and grandson are in danger. I have no choice but to redress my grievances. Holding five photos and a box of medals, he knelt directly at the door of the military compound.