Chapter 18 — After Losing 4 Billion Inheritance, I Made The Whole Family Look Up

Inside is a sheet of printed paper. There is only one line of text.

"To Niem Van's assets have unclear origins."

"She is deceiving investors."

"Recommended investigation."

An anonymous complaint. Do not sign. Presentation. Exactly the same envelope that was sent to the studio before. Phuong Di looked at me.

"Nien Van."

"Should I call the police?"

"No need."

"No signature."

"There is no evidence."

"There is no seal."

"Sent to the front desk just to make us uncomfortable."

"So how to handle it?"

"Do nothing."

"Save file."

I folded the paper. Put it in your pocket. These games. They're used to it. Spread rumors. Impersonate someone else. Send anonymous mail. Call my investors. There are only a few tricks to go around. Every move hovers on the edge. But none of them really hurt me. But... They won't stop. They always think. Just try a few more times. Sooner or later it will hit my weak point. They don't know. My biggest weakness. Not a company. Not money. It's emotion. Of all the attacks they used against me. There was only one sentence that really hurt me.

"Grandpa doesn't need you anymore."

Just that sentence. Only that sentence. The phone suddenly rang.

"Nien Van."

"Your grandfather is hospitalized."

"This morning he felt tightness in his chest."

"Brought to the emergency room."

"The doctor said it's not dangerous."

"But you have to stay for a few days to monitor."

I squeezed the phone gently.

"In which hospital?"

"City People's Hospital No. 1."

"Koa Lao."

"I'll be right there."

I hung up. Stand on the side of the road. The afternoon of the city glows brightly. Sunlight poured straight onto the street. In my mouth, I still had the aftertaste of the food at the private restaurant earlier. But in my head. Just one thought left. No matter how you treat me. He is still my grandfather. When I got to the hospital. In front of the hospital room door were four or five people standing. To Kien Minh. Trieu Ngoc Lan. Tran Giai Di. There is also Miss Hai. The moment you see me. Everyone's expressions changed. Trieu Ngoc Lan's face immediately fell. To Kiet turned away. Pretend you're on the phone. Tran Giai Di took half a step back. Avoid my eyes. Only Ms. Hai stepped forward. Take my hand.

"Nien Van is here?"

"Hurry up and visit grandpa."

In the hospital room. Just my grandfather and father. He leaned his head against the bed. Pale gray face. Wear an oxygen tube under your nose. My father sat next to me. See me. He immediately stood up.

"Nien Van."

I walked to the hospital bed. Grandpa slowly opened his eyes. Those old eyes. For the first time in many years. No more strictness. No more imposition. Only fatigue and aging remain that cannot be hidden. I walked to the front of the hospital bed. He looked at me. Those cloudy eyes followed me for a long time. Lips moved slightly. But no sound came out. A very long time later. He could barely utter a sentence.

"Why did you come here?"

Hoarse voice. Like being sandpapered over. Both low and heavy.

"You're hospitalized."

"Can you not come?"

He turned away. Look up at the ceiling. The hospital room was silent for a few seconds. Right at that moment. There were footsteps outside the door. Trieu Ngoc Lan's voice came in. Jarring and sharp.

"Are you thirsty, Dad?"

"Please pour me a glass of water."

She picked up a glass of water and walked to the bedside table. At time of booking down. Deliberately making a very loud "click" sound. Then glanced at me.

"Nien Van is coming too?"

"It's truly a rare guest."

"I thought you were the general manager now."

"There's no time to visit grandpa anymore."

I didn't reply. She continued.

"Dad's heart is upset again today."

"Lately, things in the house are a mess."

"There are some people who like to cause trouble from time to time."

"How can old people stand it?"

My mother doesn't know when. Stand at the door. Tense voice. Trieu Ngoc Lan raised her chin.

"I didn't tell anyone."

"What are you stressed about?"

I looked at her.

"Grandpa needs to rest."

"If there's anything you want to say."

"Go out and talk."

"The general manager has already spoken?"

"I take care of my father-in-law."

"Since when is it your turn to command me?"

I didn't pay attention to her. Turn to look at dad.

"What did the doctor say?"

"It's not too serious a problem."

"Just after the previous bypass."

"The body has not recovered well."

"Plus my mood has fluctuated a lot lately."

"Blood pressure is always high."

Mood fluctuates strongly. I don't know what's the reason? I pulled up a chair and sat down next to the hospital bed.

"Where are the follow-up records after the previous bypass surgery?"

He didn't look at me.

"In the office."

"Third compartment."

"I'll come get it tomorrow."

"Let me arrange future follow-up visits."