Chapter 5 — After transferring 150,000 Yuan, I turned the table on the marriage

On the other end of the line, Ton Nhue's breathing was like an animal cornered. Silence for nearly half a minute.

“I… I don't understand what you're saying.”

Her voice trembled. Still trying to deny. I don't beat around the bush.

“Starbucks South City, 10 a.m. tomorrow.”

“You may not come.”

“But my lawyer will bring a summons to your residence and company.”

“I think an intern who just graduated from college wouldn't want the whole company to know that he's the one who interfered with someone else's family and even has a child.”

I directly threw out the cards. For this type of person, reason does not work. Only pressure makes them obey. She said quickly.

“I… I will come.”

I hung up. Don't say another word. I recorded the entire call. Along with a photo of Khuong Dao's threatening text message, it was packaged and sent to lawyer Ly. 【Lawyer Ly, this is Khuong Dao's threatening message and the call recording with Ton Nhue. Please save the file.】 Lawyer Ly replied immediately. 【Received. Ms. Tran handled it very well. These things can serve as supporting evidence of threatening behavior and risk.】 【In addition, I filed a request to preserve assets overnight, freezing all accounts in the names of Truong Lan and Khuong Dao. Their car has also been restricted from transactions.】 【Currently, they cannot use any money.】 I looked at the phone screen and smiled coldly. Cutting off the source of money... is strangling the way of life. I want them, in despair and need, to pay for everything they have done. That night, I slept very deeply. Nac Nhat lay in the crib next to him, breathing evenly. In the past three months, for the first time, I no longer have nightmares. The next morning, I handed my child over to my parents and drove myself to a coffee shop in the south of the city. I arrived fifteen minutes early and chose a corner near the window. At nine fifty-eight, a girl wearing a white dress, sunglasses and a mask walked in. It's Ton Nhue. She looked around, clearly nervous. I raised my hand to signal. She paused for a moment, then slowly walked over and sat down opposite me. She took off her glasses and mask, revealing her delicate but pale face. Compared to the photo... still younger. Also more emaciated.

“Tran… Miss Tran…”

She bowed her head, not daring to look at me. I didn't say anything, just pushed a file in front of her. That is a draft petition prepared by a lawyer. Defendant: Ton Nhue. Reason: illegal appropriation of property. Demand: refund all the money Jiang Wei spent on her and her child, a total of 376,000 yuan. Including 188,000 yuan for the postpartum care center, along with shopping expenses, jewelry, and child-rearing expenses. Each account... has transfer documents. Ton Nhue's face immediately turned pale.

“No… that money he voluntarily gave me… he said he would divorce me and marry me…”

She raised her head, her eyes red.

“He said you two don't have feelings… he said the person he loves is me…”

How naive. I looked at her, like I was looking at a joke.

“He loves you?”

“He loved her youth, loved her innocence, loved the fact that she gave birth to him a son.”

“Love it even more… how easy it is for you to be controlled.”

“You think you are true love?”

“You are just a tool… to let him and his mother escape from me, and take over my property.”

Ton Nhue's lips trembled, unable to say anything. I leaned forward slightly, lowering my voice.

“She thought he was really going to get married Miss?"

“I'll tell you their plan.”

"They plan to wait for my child's insurance money to come back, for the house in my name to be taken over by them."

“Then… kick you.”

“At that point, you are no longer valuable.”

“An unmarried woman with a child, carrying a child without a father, her reputation completely lost… what do you think you have left?”

Every sentence I said... felt like a knife cutting into her. Little by little… break the last line of defense.

“No… impossible… you're lying to me…”

I took out a tape recorder and placed it on the table. Inside, the voices of Ton Nhue... and Truong Lan were heard.

“...mom, when will Khuong Vi get a divorce?”

“What's the hurry? That woman's money hasn't been taken yet! I must take that house! Once done, chase it away! At that time, you brought my grandson back and entered the door righteously!”

The recording is very short. But cruel enough.