Broken Hands and a Father’s Betrayal

A vicious rival deliberately crushed my right hand, shattering every bone in my fingers.

Yet my biological father, the most prestigious orthopedic hand surgeon in the entire country, falsified the medical evaluation.

Sitting inside the police precinct, he looked the detective dead in the eye and casually dismissed the premeditated attack that permanently destroyed my career.

"It was merely a soft tissue contusion caused by an accidental slip and fall," he declared.

He did this for one reason. The mother of the girl who attacked me was his "white peony"—the untouchable high school…