Chapter 9 — After the Rain, Nam Son Still Has the Fragrance of Medicine

"Gian Thanh, don't try to bear it all by yourself anymore. Something happened to your mother and she didn't tell me, and the marriage annulment didn't tell me either. If I don't go investigate the hospital's payment records myself, are you going to carry the urn around all night?"

I was silent for a few seconds.

“I don't want to involve you.”

Duong Tue was so angry that he slammed on the steering wheel.

"The Co family has trampled you to such an extent and you're still afraid of implicating me? Let me tell you, my fate is very tough, specializing in dealing with scum."

Uncle Trieu was still standing outside the car door.

"Miss Gian, the hospital will deliver all the documents tomorrow morning. There is also the hotel photographer. He said someone paid him to delete the photos."

“Mrs. Co's assistant.”

Duong Tue cursed loudly.

“It turns out they had prepared in advance, intending to blame it all on you.”

I closed my eyes and then slowly opened them.

“Uncle Trieu, don't act now.”

Uncle Trieu frowned.

“What the boss means is that we cannot let you suffer any more injustice.”

“I still have something I haven't gotten back.”

“What is it?”

I looked at my reflection in the car window.

“A set of silver needle bags my mother left behind.”

Duong Tue was stunned.

"That bag of old needles? Don't you always carry it with you?"

"The day of the engagement, my mother left it in the hotel room. Then she disappeared."

Uncle Trieu's face immediately became serious.

“Is there a seal in there?”

I don't answer. Duong Tue did not understand.

"What seal? Why does a needle bag contain a seal?"

I said softly:

“My mother's personal seal.”

Duong Tue was about to continue asking when the phone rang. She glanced at the screen, her expression immediately became strange.

“Co Nghien Tri.”

“Turn on speakerphone.”

Duong Tue answered the phone and Co Nghien Tri's voice immediately came through.

“Duong Tue, is Thanh Thanh with you?”

Duong Tue replied angrily:

“Damn that thought, she doesn't want to hear you say it.”

"Give her the phone. I checked the call history of the Co family's landline. The call that day was not from my mother."

I raised my eyes. Co Nghien Tri continued to say:

"According to the time of the call, the camera in the house recorded that Nhuoc Lan was in the living room. But she said she only received a call from an unknown number, then followed the other person's request to switch the phone to the hospital. She didn't know what the other person would say."

Duong Tue immediately scolded:

“She said you believe it?”

Co Nghien Tri's voice was low.

"I'm not saying I believe it. I just want to ask Thanh Thanh, did you know all along that someone was targeting your mother?"

The car was suddenly silent for a moment. I took the phone.

“Co Nghien Tri, what do you want to say?”

The other end of the line was silent for a moment.

"My mother just received a text message. The other person said, if you want the Co family to have peace, hand over your mother's needle bag."

Uncle Trieu immediately turned to look at me. Duong Tue also stiffened. I tightened my grip on the phone.

“Whose hand is that bag in?”

Co Nghien Tri's voice was very low.

“Nhuoc Lan.”

“What did she say?”

"She said she found it in the hotel. She didn't know what was inside."

Duong Tue smiled coldly.

"Found it again. Why doesn't she go to the landfill to pick up her conscience?"

Co Nghien Tri did not object.

“Thanh Thanh, tell me, what exactly is that bag?”

I looked out the gate apartment complex outside the window. The Co family's building still has a lighted window.

“Hold Tham Nhuoc Lan.”

“Are you going to come back?”

“I ask you, can you keep her or not?”

Co Nghien Tri immediately replied: The call ended. Duong Tue started the car.

“Go back and rob again?”

I shook my head.

“To the hotel.”

Uncle Trieu opened the back car door.

“I'll go with you.”

I looked at him.

“Don't let grandpa know.”

Uncle Trieu sighed softly.

"Miss Gian, we can't hide it anymore. The car the boss sent is right behind."

Duong Tue looked in the rearview mirror and saw two black cars quietly parked on the side of the road. She was stunned.

“Gian Thanh, what exactly is your grandfather doing?”

I put on my seat belt.

“An old man... doesn't have a very good temper.”

Duong Tue was speechless.

“Is this what you call a bad temper?”

I didn't reply. My phone suddenly lit up. It's a text message from an unknown number. There is only one sentence on it. If you want to get your needle bag back, go alone to the old banquet hall of Cam Hoa hotel. After Duong Tue read, his face immediately changed. She held my wrist tightly.

"Come alone? Are you crazy? The last time your mother was detained by them in the hotel, something happened. Now do you want to let them hurt you again right there?"

I looked at the message, then placed the phone face down on my knee.

“Dare to make an appointment with me to the old banquet hall, proving that the bag is definitely there.”

Uncle Trieu bent down to look at me.

"Miss Gian, the boss has already told you that you may not need the bag, but you absolutely must not let anything happen to you."

“In the bag is my mother's personal seal.”

“The seal can also be remade.”

I looked at him.

“Uncle Trieu, that was the last thing my mother brought with her.”

Uncle Trieu immediately fell silent.