Chapter 13 — After My Cousin Moved In, My Family Almost Destroyed

The whole process takes no more than five seconds. Having finished everything, she returned to her room. A few minutes later… She came out again. This time he had a small item wrapped in cloth in his hand. She once again walked to my door, listening to the noise inside. Then gently open the door a small crack... Throw the item in your hand through the door crack. Then quickly closed the door and calmly returned to the room as if nothing had happened. The video ends. The whole living room was silent. The living room fell into dead silence. Finally completely exposed. It turned out that she had never seen me enter my mother's room. The so-called "witnessing it with her own eyes"... was just a play that she created herself. As for the bracelet... She stole it, then threw it into my room when I wasn't paying attention. Because my schoolbag was right near the door, the bracelet most likely fell into my open bag. It's truly a scene of "robbing and yelling at the same time". What a perfect slander. My father's whole body trembled slightly. He looked at the sneaky figure on the TV screen, then looked at his niece who was crying until she was crying in front of him. The last bit of softness in his eyes... Also disappeared completely. Uncle Hai and grandmother were even more dumbfounded. The two opened their mouths but it was as if their throats were choked, they couldn't say a word. The hope that their whole family placed all their hopes on... It turned out to be such a poisonous snake. My mother's voice was as cold as the wind from Siberia flowing through the living room.

“Do you still feel the need to apologize?”

Uncle Hai's face was as red as pig liver. He suddenly turned around and rushed forward, raised his hand and slapped Trieu Tieu Nha hard in the face. This slap was much heavier than the slap my father gave me before. Trieu Tieu Nha was knocked to the ground and the corner of her mouth immediately bled.

“You cruel beast!”

“That shameless thing!”

“The Trieu family's face has been ruined by you!”

Uncle Hai was so angry that he was shaking and wanted to continue fighting. But my father stood up and stopped him.

“Enough, Trieu Ve Quan.”

My father's voice was hoarse and full of fatigue.

“This drama…”

“It's time to end.”

He looked at Uncle Hai with eyes that were cold and unfamiliar.

“From today onwards…”

"It's as if our two families have never been related."

“You go.”

“Take him away.”

“Don't ever appear in front of us again from now on.”

This is the first time... My father said such kind words to Uncle Hai. Uncle Hai was stunned. He looked at my father as if he couldn't believe his ears.

“Eldest brother… you…”

My father only said one word. Uncle Hai's whole body trembled violently. He understands. It's really over. He fiercely glared at Trieu Tieu Nha who was lying on the ground sobbing, then looked resentfully at my whole family. Finally he tugged on his grandmother's arm.

“Mom, let's go!”

Grandma was dragged and staggered. She turned her head to look at my father, then looked at Trieu Tieu Nha. Lips trembled as if wanting to say something... But in the end, no words came out. In those cloudy eyes... Full of regret and fear. She herself led the wolf into the house. That wolf bitten off the last trace of intimacy between her two sons. Uncle Hai pulled his grandmother and left without looking back. The door was slammed shut. In this house, there were only three of us left. And Trieu Tieu Nha lay on the ground, like an abandoned dog fell, silently crying without a sound. In the end, Trieu Tieu Nha was still taken away by Uncle Hai. I don't know what kind of "teaching" she will have to face after returning home. But I know... From the moment she chose to slander me, her life took a completely different path. A road paved with lies and machinations. A path that doesn't see the light. After she left, the house was strangely quiet. The extra bedroom used to be where she lived. My mother called someone to clean and disinfect it inside and out three times. All the things she used... were thrown away by my mother. It was like she wanted to erase all traces of Trieu Tieu Nha's existence in this house. But there are some things... Can't be erased. For example, the guilt on my father's face. That night, he sat by my bed all night without sleep. He didn't say much. Just repeating one sentence over and over again:

“Van Van, dad is not good.”

“Dad is confused.”

“Dad is blind.”

“Almost…”

“Sorry, child.”

His hair seemed to have turned a lot gray overnight. I'm not saying "it's okay". Because there are injuries... Once they happen, they cannot be considered as if they never existed. That slap, for a very long time afterward... Still feels like a thorn deep in my heart. But I also didn't say "I hate dad". Because he is my father.