Chapter 23 — After Divorce, I Am a Real Angel

I had to ask him personally why he kidnapped me that year, why he let me grow up in the To family, how my parents... ended up dead. The car stopped at the beginning of the alley, I paid and got out. The old town was dark, several street lights were broken, only the moonlight flickered to illuminate the road. I relied on my memory to go deeper inside. The more I walked, the more deserted it became. The surroundings were quiet, only the occasional stray cat screaming. Finally, I stopped in front of an old two-story house. There were lights in the house and the sound of a television could be heard faintly. I took a deep breath, walked over and knocked on the door. The sound of the TV inside turned off completely, and a moment later there were footsteps. The door opened, a man in his 50s stood in front of me. Thin figure, sinister eyes, similar to To Quoc Vi but much more ferocious. It's To Quoc Hung. Seeing me, he was a bit stunned, then smirked.

“Well, here's a distinguished guest.” He pushed aside to make way, "Come in, grand daughter."

I entered the house. The house is old and dilapidated, the interior is sketchy, but it is quite clean. To Quoc Hung closed the door and assessed me from head to toe.

“Prettier than your mother.” He lit a cigarette and leaned his back against the wall, "Tell me, why are you looking for me? Are you here to ask for forgiveness on behalf of your ungrateful grandfather?"

“How did my parents die?” I asked directly.

To Quoc Hung's smoking motion stopped, he narrowed his eyes: "Didn't Pho Chan Hoa tell you?"

“I want to hear what you have to say.”

“Okay.” To Quoc Hung exhaled a smoke ring, "Anyway, you won't survive tonight, so it's okay to tell you."

My heart sank, but my face remained unchanged.

“Your parents' accident was not an accident.” To Quoc Hung flicked his cigarette butt, "It was Pho Chan Hoa who killed him."

“What did you say?”

“Unexpected, right?” To Quoc Hung smiled faintly, "Your good grandfather, in order to monopolize Pho, arranged a plot to kill his own son and daughter-in-law. Unfortunately, you were old enough to be alive in your mother's womb. Pho Zhenhua was afraid of the matter being exposed, so he raised you by his side, pretending to be a kind grandfather. But the needle in the bag eventually came out, and this matter eventually reached my brother's ears. My brother wants to use this secret to blackmail Pho Zhenhua. Who would have thought that he would be conspired and sent straight to prison."

My mind is dense. Master Fu killed my parents? No, it can't be. The sadness in his eyes when talking about my parents was not like an act.

“You lie.” I stared at To Quoc Hung, "If it was really Master Pho who killed my parents, why did he still have to find me? Why did he still let me inherit the Pho family?"

“Why?” To Quoc Hung sneered, "Of course it's because of money. The Pho Group's internal strife is now very fierce, and several related relatives are like tigers stalking prey. Pho Chan Hoa is old, can't be suppressed anymore, and is in dire need of a righteous heir. And you, are my best pawn. With you, I can stabilize the situation and keep Pho firmly in my hands."

He took a few steps forward, staring at me.

"To Nghien, do you think Pho Zhenhua really loves you? What he loves is Pho, money, and power. Your parents were killed by him, and you are just a pawn in his hands. That Pho Kinh Nghien, too, is nothing more than a puppet he trained. We are all pieces on his chessboard, let him decide as he pleases.”

I took a step back, my back leaning against the wall.

“What about you? Why did you kidnap me?”

“Why?” To Quoc Hung smiled, “Of course it's also about money. Pho Chan Hoa hurt my brother, I have to make him pay. I took you away because I wanted to use you to threaten him and blackmail him. Unexpectedly, that old man was cruel and immediately blocked the news as if nothing had happened. I had to give you to my brother, tell him to raise you, wait for the right time