Chapter 3 — Baby Vengeance

But I don't know, with that assessment report, Lam Thu Dao will move her hand and foot. Impossible. I absolutely cannot let history repeat itself. The next morning, dad told the driver to take mom and me to the assessment center. Before going out the door, Lam Thu Dao squatted down, smiled and reached out to carry me. I suddenly widened my eyes and stared at her. Lam Thu Dao's smile stiffened in an instant. I clenched my little fist, giving it all my strength. One shot dropped the phone in her hand. “Pop.” The phone fell to the floor, the screen facing up was still lit. Everyone's eyes simultaneously looked towards that screen. The notes interface appears clearly, the whole screen is filled with pre-edited lines of text. 5 On the notes interface, the dense lines of text are like a slap, slapping everyone in the face. "The strange uncle who often kisses me, why doesn't he come anymore?" "When mom and that uncle are at home, she smiles happily." "Dad is not your biological dad." Each line has been edited with the date, exactly to which day and month to "translate" which sentence. The living room was so quiet that you could hear your heart beating. Mother was stunned, her lips trembled, her eyes moved from the phone screen to Lam Thu Dao's face. "Thu Dao, what is this?" Lam Thu Dao's face turned pale, she bent down to pick up the phone, her fingers were shaking. "Nien Niem, listen to my explanation, this, this is the material for writing my previous novel..." "Material?” Quy Nghien Chau's voice was as cold as a blade. "Which novel material needs to be arranged by date? What exact day should I say?" Lam Thu Dao's eyes immediately turned red, tears were about to come. "Nien Chau, you misunderstood, I..." "Then explain." Dad passed by, took the phone out of her hand with one hand, and pulled it down. "On the fifteenth of October, the translation was: Mom secretly called the phone crying, calling that person her husband. On the second of November, the translation was: That uncle said he wanted to take me and my mother away." He raised his head to look at Lam Thu Dao, there was no anger in his eyes, there was only something even more terrifying: scrutiny. "These words are exactly the same as the content of your app that you translated before." Chan Lam Thu Dao so soft, I had to hold on to the door frame to keep from falling. "No! This app actually has an AI translation function! These are just notes I made first..." "Notes first?" Mother's voice suddenly became high-pitched. "Do you know what my daughter will say in advance?" "I, I did it for reference..." "That's enough." Dad locked the phone screen and put it in his pocket. "For this assessment, I will personally take you and your mother to work. You don't need to follow." Lam Thu Dao stood in place, her lips moved a few times, not being able to say a word. I snuggled in my mother's arms, my heart pounding. It's successful. Now, although Dad doesn't completely trust Mom, he has begun to doubt Lam Thu Dao. That's enough. As long as the appraisal is personally supervised by his father, Lam Thu Dao will not have a chance to move a hand or foot. When the car drove out of the villa gate, I turned around to take a look through the car window. Lam Thu Dao stood under the porch, the tears on her face had not yet dried, but her eyes had changed. Not in self-pity, not in panic. It's a kind of cruelty when pushed to the wall. I know she won't admit defeat that easily. In her previous life, she could have been plotting for years, but in this life, being exposed early only made her even more crazy. At the assessment center, Dad closely followed the entire process, seeing with his own eyes the nurse taking blood, sealing the tube, and labeling. Mom carried me, her eyes were still red, but her back was straight. "Qui Nghien Chau, you will know the result. I, Tham Niem, have never done anything wrong to you in this life." Dad was silent for a long time, and finally said only one sentence. "Wait for the results." I grabbed my mother's finger,

silently mumbled in my heart. This time, the truth will not be changed. 6Three days later the appraisal results came out. During these three days, Lam Thu Dao did not come to the house anymore. But she is not free. I know, because my mother's phone rings non-stop. The messages on WeChat were one after another, all "concerned words" from people in their mutual friends. "Nien Niem, I heard that you and Nghien Chau quarreled? Is it okay?" "Someone said you two were doing a blood test? What's going on?" "Nien Niem, don't blame me too much, Thu Dao's side cried a lot, saying that your husband was unfairly wronged." Mom looked at these messages, her face looked pale. increasingly unsightly. Mom didn't respond to any of the messages, but I could feel her hand holding me tighten slightly. Mom is holding back. On the morning of the third day, Dad personally went to get the report. When Dad returned, holding that brown envelope in his hand, his expression was very complicated. Mom stood up from the sofa, staring at the envelope. "What's the result?" Dad put the envelope on the tea table, opened it, and pulled out the other piece of paper. Dad looked for three seconds. Then she raised her head, her eyes looking at her mother had changed. "It's my child." As soon as those three words were uttered, her mother's tears immediately fell. Mom didn't say anything, just hugged me tightly, her shoulders shaking. Dad stood in place, silent for a long time. "Nim Niem." Mom raised her head to look at dad. "Sorry."