Chapter 14 — After I Escaped the Trap of 4.8 Million Yuan

I turned to look at Tran Vu. He was also frowning. Obviously this event was beyond his expectations. He gently gestured for me to calm down. The judge read very slowly. While reading, hold a pen and write something on paper. Time passes every second, every minute. Every second is like torture. The judge put the letter down. He raised his head, his eyes flicking between us and my uncle a few times. Finally, he gently cleared his throat.

“Plaintiff, Mr. Chu Kien Quan.”

“Do you confirm that this is a handwritten suicide note that your brother — Mr. Zhou Jianrong — left for you?”

“I confirm!” My uncle replied firmly.

“Can examine handwriting!”

"Very good." The judge nodded.

Then he turned to us.

“Defendant's lawyer, do you have anything to say?”

Tran Vu stood up.

“Judge, I request that this ‘suicide note’ be read publicly in court.”

The French police gave the letter to Tran Vu. He took it and walked out into the middle of the courtroom. Open the yellowed paper. Use a clear and steady voice to read each word.

“‘Kian Quan, my younger brother.’”

“‘When you read this letter, I may no longer be alive.’”

“‘In this whole life I have accomplished nothing, nor brought glory to my family.’”

“‘On the contrary, you, since childhood, have been smarter than me, more talented than me.’”

“‘Unfortunately, my parents passed away early, my family is poor, I cannot continue my studies.’”

“‘That is the torment of my whole life.’”

Reading this, Tran Vu paused for a moment. I saw my uncle's eyes turn red. His whole body trembled slightly. It's like being pulled back by this letter to old memories. Tran Vu continued reading.

“‘I have nothing to leave you.’”

“‘Just a little money saved over the years.’”

“‘And the small house the unit assigned.’”

“‘I understand little Tinh.’”

“‘It is soft-hearted and very emotional.’”

“‘After you leave, he will definitely take good care of you and this whole family.’”

“‘I leave everything to him.’”

“‘Let it decide for itself.’”

“‘I believe it will make the fairest choice.’”

“‘Don't blame him, don't force him.’”

“‘She is my only biological granddaughter, and the only thing that makes me linger in this world.’”

“‘My brother is sorry for me.’”

“‘If there is an afterlife… we will be brothers again.’”

“‘— Brother, Kien Vinh, great writing.’”

The entire courtroom was completely silent. All eyes were on my uncle. His face at this moment could no longer be described by the word "white". It is the color of the ashes of the dead. He sat there stunned. Mouth slightly opened. As if I wanted to say something but couldn't make a sound.

The “iron proof” he imagined.

The "earth-shattering reversal" that he was waiting for.

Didn't appear at all. This letter is not a property transfer letter. It's the last words of a dying brother to his younger brother. Also an apology. The letter was filled with my uncle's trust in me. And the love he left behind. Not only does it not prove that the house belongs to my uncle... On the contrary, it also indirectly confirms my legitimacy as the owner and manager of the property. It was my uncle... Who personally put the fatal knife into our hands. Use your last card... Give yourself the hardest slap.

“No… no way…”

Aunt was the first to collapse. She shouted lost his voice.

"It can't be like this! The content of the letter is not like this!"

"Kien Quan! Tell me quickly! The letter is not like that!"

It was like all my strength was drained from my uncle. He fell down on the chair, unable to say a word.

“Plaintiff.” The judge's voice was cold as ice. “Do you have anything else to say?”

My uncle slowly raised his head. He did not look at his crazy wife. Also don't look at the cold judge above. His gaze pierced the crowd. Stop on me.