Chapter 11 — Awakening Brick

The village head looked at the documents, then looked at the injury on his mother's face and sighed for a long time. "Ngoc Mai, the origin of this house is known to the elders in the village." "In the past, your mother actually gave the house to you to live in." "The money to repair the house was also paid by you." "But on the household registration, Duong Duc Hai is still living in the same household with you." I asked: "Can I ask him to change the household registration?" The village chief said: "After the divorce, you can follow the instructions." vulgar." "It's a bit troublesome right now." Mother said in a low voice: "I will file a divorce lawsuit." The village chief looked at her. "Have you thought it through?" Mother nodded. "I've thought it through." Those three words are heavier than yesterday's brick. I went with her to town to find a lawyer. After looking at the injury assessment papers, videos, bank withdrawal documents and loan contracts, the lawyer's face was also serious. "The evidence of domestic violence is relatively complete." "Asset possession and impersonation can also be prosecuted at the same time." "In a divorce lawsuit, you need to apply for a personal safety protection order." Mom listened very attentively. She recorded each item on paper. When writing, her hands still shook. But don't stop. When we returned to Aunt Ngo's house in the evening, it was dark. Aunt Ngo left hot porridge for us. Mom drank half a bowl and suddenly said: "Tieu Am, tomorrow I still have to go to the factory." I was stunned. "If you're like this, are you still going?" She lowered her head to look at her hand. "I have to ask for leave." "I also have to clarify about the salary card." "You can't continue to transfer salary to that card in the future." I nodded. "I'll go with you." She was about to say no need. But as soon as she saw my eyes, she swallowed her words again. The next morning, as soon as we arrived at the factory gate, we saw a group of people surrounding the security room. Mother's footsteps stopped. The swelling on her face still hasn't gone away, and wearing a mask can't cover it all. When the security guard saw her, his expression immediately became strange. "Sister Tham, you're finally here." My heart sank. "What's going on?" The security guard lowered his voice. "Your husband brought people to cause trouble early in the morning." "He said you stole fabric from the factory and ran away with the money." "The boss is waiting for you in the office." The leave application form in mother's hand fell to the ground. 12 Mother stood in front of the factory gate, her eyes immediately became blank. She has worked at this garment factory for more than ten years. From the first days of riding the sewing machine until being in charge of the entire sales team. She is rarely late. I have never taken even a scrap of fabric from the factory. But just one sentence from Duong Duc Hai was enough to splash dirty water on her. I bent down to pick up the resignation letter. The edge of the paper was held by her until it was soft. "Mom, come inside." She looked at me, her voice tense. "What will the people in the factory think?" I said: "Whoever splashes dirty water, force that person to clean it up in front of everyone." She took a deep breath. This time she did not turn and run away. We entered the workshop. On the way, many workers looked over. There are people who sympathize. Some people avoid it. There were also people talking in low voices. I heard someone say: "Why is her face so swollen?" "I heard there was a big incident at home." "This morning Duong Duc Hai said she stole money, I don't know if it's true or not." Mom's back became even straighter. The more scared she became, the more she refused to bend down. The door to the factory director's office is open. Duong Duc Hai sat inside. There were still red marks on his face left by his mother's slap. Next to it were two men. One person I recognized was the debt collector from yesterday. The other person was wearing a black coat, holding a debt paper in his hand. The factory director surnamed Liu, over fifty years old, saw his mother entering and frowned. "Tham Ngoc Mai, you sit down first." Duong Duc Hai immediately laughed coldly. "Does she still have the face to sit?" "Director Liu, I made it very clear." "Now she wants to divorce me, and transfer all the money in the house." "She has been in charge for all these years."

fabric in the factory, who knows if it was secretly taken out or not?" Mother's eyes turned red with anger. "I don't have it." Duong Duc Hai didn't even bother to look at her. "Are you saying you don't have it?" "How can the little money on your salary card be enough to stay in the hospital and hire a lawyer?" "It definitely came from the factory." I almost burst out laughing out of anger. "Duong Duc Hai, you're slandering." He raised his head to look at me. "I'm talking to the director, it's your turn to intervene." Why?" I walked up to my mother. "You came here this morning to throw dirty water on my mother." "It's also to force her not to dare sue you." "Is that right?" Duong Duc Hai's eyes became fierce. "Don't take my hat." Director Luu tapped on the table. "Okay." "Tham Ngoc Mai has worked in the factory for many years, I know her quality." "But if someone has complained, the books and warehouse still have to be checked." Mother's face was a bit white. Go. I held her hand. "Check." "Check right in front of everyone." "If my mother is okay, the person who came here to cause trouble today must publicly apologize." Duong Duc Hai sneered. "Who do you think you are?" Director Luu looked at me. "Okay." He called the warehouse manager and accountant over. More and more people gathered around Duc Duc Hai outside the office, thinking that the crowd could oppress his mother.