Chapter 10 — After Divorce, I Am a Real Angel

After living for 23 years, I always thought I was a genius of the To family, then I thought I was a fake genius, and now the police are telling me that I could be a kidnapped child. So who am I? Where do I come from? Are my parents… still alive? My phone vibrated in my pocket, I took it out to see, it was Pho Kinh Nghien. He called dozens of times, but I didn't listen. Finally, he sent a text message: "To Nghien, answer the phone! The police are looking for you, right? I'll take care of that, don't interfere!" That? Does he know? He knows I wasn't carried by mistake, but kidnapped? A stream of cold air rushed up from the soles of my feet. I trembled and called Pho Kinh Nghien. The other party picked up the phone immediately, with a very urgent voice: "To Nghien? Where are you?"

“Pho Kinh Nghien.” My voice trembled, “You know everything, right?”

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds.

“You know my background, you know I wasn't carried by mistake but was kidnapped, right?” I almost screamed, "You always knew, but never told me! Pho Kinh Nghien, how many more things are you hiding from me?!"

“To Nghien, please calm down.” His voice was low, "This is very complicated, I can't tell you clearly over the phone. Where are you now? I'll come pick you up, let's meet and talk."

“No need.” I laughed, my tears mixed with the flowing rain, "Pho Kinh Nghien, from today, we really don't owe anyone anything. I don't need you to take care of my business. You and your beloved To Tuyet, live well."

“To Nghien!”

I hung up the phone and turned off the power. The world is finally completely quiet. I stood under the heavy rain, tilted my head up, and let the rain water pour into my face. Cry, To Nghien. After crying this time, I will never be allowed to cry for these people again. From now on, you only live for yourself. * I'm sick. Due to the rain and my rapidly changing emotions, that night I started to have a high fever. I slept in the apartment for a day and a night. When I woke up, my throat hurt as if I had swallowed a knife, and my bones in my whole body felt weak. I struggled to get up, took the fever-reducing medicine out of the drawer, swallowed it, and then laid my head back to sleep. When I woke up again, it was dark again. The phone had more than a dozen missed calls, from Pho Kinh Nghien, from a strange number, and one from the department head Ms. Lam who interviewed me yesterday. I tried to call back.

"Lam, I'm sorry, I had a high fever and fell asleep yesterday. I didn't have time to ask permission..."

“To Nghien?” Ms. Lam's voice was a bit urgent, "Are you okay? I called you a few times but you didn't answer, I thought something happened to you."

"I'm fine, just a little feverish. Can I go to work tomorrow?"

"There's no rush to go to work, just recuperate and get well." Ms. Lam hesitated, "That's right, there's something... I don't know if I should say it or not."

My heart sank: "Just say it."

“This afternoon, people from Pho Thi Group came to the company and said they wanted to buy us back. Besides..." She hesitated, "Besides, she asked you personally. To Nghien, what is your relationship with the Deputy General...?

I held the phone tightly, my hands and feet were cold. Deputy Kinh Nghien. He certainly did not intend to let me go.

"Miss Lam, I'm sorry, I will handle this matter myself, without involving the company." I took a deep breath, "If I quit my job, will it prevent the company from being acquired?"

“This…” Ms. Lam sighed, “To Nghien, I didn't mean that. The deputy mayor wanting to buy us back is a commercial act and has nothing to do with you. I just feel that the Deputy General seems to... care about you a lot. Is there any misunderstanding between the two of you?"

Misunderstanding? Yes, a terrible misunderstanding. The misunderstanding was so bad that he wanted to destroy the job I had worked so hard to find, forcing me into a dead end.