Chapter 8 — Awakening Brick

“The bank sent a camera photo.” “The person who withdrew the money was Ma Thuy.” The hallway immediately exploded. Ma Thuy's whole body stiffened. Grandma Wei's cries also fell silent. Mother stared at Ma Thuy, her voice very quiet. "You took my ID, withdrew my money?" Ma Thuy opened her mouth. But before he could speak, the policeman looked at Duong Hao again. "The person who accompanied her to the bank was you." Duong Hao's legs were weak, leaning against the wall. In the photo taken from the camera on the screen, she is standing by the counter, holding my mother's old iron box in her hand.09 Finally, Ma Thuy stopped pretending. She sat on the chair, the panic on her face turned into resentment. "What if I withdraw the money?" "That money originally belonged to the Duong family." "My sister-in-law married here for many years, ate from the Duong family, lived with the Duong family, what's wrong with taking some money for Hao to study more?" Mother looked at her as if she knew this person for the first time. "I eat with the money I earn." "I live in my mother's house." "Where do you get my money?" Ma Thuy laughed coldly. "Your mother's house?" "Do you really think it has changed to the Tham family?" "Over the years, who doesn't know that it is the Duong family?" I said: "Even if I say it a thousand times, it still won't turn it into your house." "The land documents and house repair bill are still there." A look of panic flashed across Ma Thuy's face. Duc Duc Giang suddenly raised his head. "Where are those things?" I stared at him. "What are you asking for?" He stopped talking. My heart sank. If they dare to touch the ID card and savings book, they will definitely touch the house documents as well. Mom obviously thought about it too. She quickly asked: "Tieu Am, do you still have the original?" I held her hand. "It's still there." "Yesterday afternoon I gave it to Aunt Ngo to keep." Ma Thuy's face completely changed. I looked at her. "Have you guys gone home to look for me?" She gritted her teeth and didn't speak. The answer is too clear. The police made a separate record of the withdrawal. Ma Thuy still tried to make excuses, saying Duong Duc Hai told her to withdraw. But in the bank camera, she signed her name, Duong Hao handed over the iron box, and Duc Duc Giang stood outside the door calling. None of the three escaped. Duong Hao was so scared that he burst into tears. He squatted in the corner of the wall, chokingly said: "I didn't know it was that serious." "My dad said he only took it in advance to pay tuition." "Dad said he definitely wouldn't prosecute." I looked at him. "Of course you think she won't prosecute." "Because in the past she was always patient." "But being patient doesn't mean you're allowed to steal." Ma Thuy shouted at me: "Don't open your mouth and say it's a lie!" "If something happens to my son, Because of this, I won't leave you alone!" I laughed. "It's not up to me to decide whether something happens to your son or not." "It's up to the iron box you personally gave him." Ma Thuy choked. When Duong Duc Giang walked out of the interrogation room, his whole body seemed to have been stripped of all its bones. Seeing Ma Thuy, there was no pain in his eyes, only blame. "Who told you to take Duong Hao away?" Ma Thuy stood up. "Didn't you say your sister-in-law didn't dare to make a big deal?" "Didn't you say to withdraw the money first, then let your brother force her?" Duong Duc Giang rushed forward to cover her mouth. The police immediately stopped. "Everyone sit down." The people in the hallway were silent. Mom looked at the couple, the last bit of kinship in her eyes disappeared. She suddenly spoke up: "So what about the eighty thousand loan?" Duong Duc Giang bowed his head. "I don't know." Mother said: "You are the guarantor." "You don't know?" Duong Duc Giang gritted his teeth. "The money was taken by my husband." "He used it to pay off his gambling debt." Mother's body staggered. I caught her. I know Duong Duc Hai likes to play cards. But I didn't know he was so in debt that he had to impersonate his mother

borrow money. Duong Duc Giang continued to say: "People pushed the debt too urgently." "I just helped him guarantee it." "After that, he couldn't pay, so he wanted to take some money from his sister-in-law's savings book to fill it first." "The remaining part, let my sister-in-law go to the factory to pay the salary." Mom finished listening and didn't speak for a long time. Then she asked: "Last night you guys asked me to cook rice because you wanted to force me to get money?" No one answered. She laughed. That smile was more unsightly than crying. "I thought it was because I cooked the food slowly." My eyes immediately stung. It turned out that she was beaten ten times, but in her heart she still thought it was because she didn't do well enough. But from beginning to end, they only saw her as a sheep that could be squeezed out of money. In the afternoon, the police accompanied us home to get the remaining documents. Aunt Ngo also came. Aunt gave an old cloth bag to her mother. "The things you asked me to keep last night are all in here." Mother hugged the cloth bag, her eyes red. Inside were old land documents, house repair bills and a photo left by my grandmother. In the photo, my grandmother when she was young stood in front of the yard gate, next to my mother when she was not married. Mom stroked the photo and said softly: "Mom, I almost lost your house." Aunt Ngo patted her back. "Not lost yet." "Today you stood up, so you haven't lost it yet."