Chapter 18 — Bakery After the Rain

The paper is dense with dates, accounts, document versions and traces of editing. I don't understand those specialized data. But I understand a name. Giang Nghien. Lawyer Trinh pointed to a few places in there. "The anonymous sender was very careful." "That person did not directly draw conclusions, only provided file notes, screenshots and backup links." "Looking at it now, these things point to the fact that Jiang Nghien repeatedly replaced experimental data in the thesis." Manh Tinh's father's expression was very
"The abnormality that the school discovered might be this part." I asked: "Who is this anonymous person?" Lawyer Trinh shook his head. "I don't know for now." "But the other party is clearly very familiar with the structure of documents in their topic group." "Could be a groupmate, could also be someone related to the project." Mom squeezed me tightly. "Duong Duong, this has nothing to do with you anymore, right?" Before I could open my mouth, lawyer Trinh said first: "In terms of truth, the issue of thesis data is not related to you, right?"
to Ms. Wen." "But now Jiang Nghien will likely continue to point the spear at her." "Especially online public opinion." Dad asked in a low voice: "Can we sue?" Lawyer Trinh nodded. "It's possible." "Infringement of honor, harassment, threats, disclosure of personal information all have a basis of evidence." "As for the transfer part, it needs to be sorted and arranged." "Whether fixed living expenses and large expenses can be reclaimed or not, it remains to be seen the content of the conversation, the description of the purpose of use, the relationship between the two parties and the recipient.
judge's decision." I lowered my head to look at the notebook. Those pages were turned to frayed edges. Before I was afraid they would turn into my dilemma. Now they have finally turned into the ground for me to stand on. I said: "I don't just want money." "I want them to stop spreading rumors." "I want Jiang Nghien to publicly admit what he did." Lawyer Trinh looked at me. "Then prepare to sue and make a public statement." "But the statement must be restrained." "Just show evidence, don't scold people." I nodded.
Manh Tinh suddenly pushed the phone over. "I also posted." On the screen was the long article she had composed. She admitted that she had been cheated by Giang Nghien, and also explained how Giang Nghien hid her financial resources, forced her to delete the recording, and continued to demand money from me after breaking up. Her finger stopped on the post button, but didn't press it down. I looked at her. "Think carefully." "Once you post it, you will also be scolded." Manh Tinh smiled bitterly. "I've already been scolded." "Some people say I'm a teenager, some people say I'm stupid, some people say I'm stupid.
"But I can't, for fear of being scolded, continue to let you stand alone in front of me." She pressed post. At that moment, I suddenly no longer resented her. It's not uncommon for people to make mistakes. The difficult thing is that after seeing clearly, they were still willing to pay the price for their one-sided obedience. Lawyer Trinh also helped me post my first lawyer's statement. The statement did not exaggerate emotions. There was only a record of receiving money from Giang Nghien, lake. Reporting profile of reputable voice messages
rape, preliminary clues about his mother's participation in the spreading account, evidence codes about the coffee being stolen from the shop, and my parents' home address were revealed. Less than half an hour after posting, the comments section turned into another battlefield. Someone apologized. Some people have doubts. Some people say wait for a reversal. Someone continued to scold me for being calculating. I placed the phone face down on the table. Mom said softly: "Don't watch anymore." I said yes. But the next second, Tieu Vien's phone called. She cried until she couldn't breathe
"Miss Duong, something happened to the store." I suddenly stood up. "Aren't you home already?" "I want to come pick up my order tomorrow." "But when I arrived, the back door was pried open." "The power to the refrigerator was all cut off." "The cakes are all ruined." My head buzzed. At that moment, I remembered the little ice cream dog that was lying obediently on the cake yesterday. Remembering the strawberries I just washed this morning. Remember the cake base I baked on each tray from four o'clock in the morning. Dad immediately stood up. "Let's go." When we got to the store, there was already a car in the back alley
The police stopped. Tieu Vien stood crying in the flower shop owner's lap, her apron covered in melted ice cream. The back door lock was broken. The refrigerator's power cord was unplugged and people used tape to wrap it around the back of the table leg. Not jumping off the da.a.o bridge. Not an accident. Someone came in, slowly finished these things, and then left through the back door. I entered the shop. The sweet smell of spoiled ice cream rushed straight into my face. The inside of the refrigerator glass is covered with a layer of frost. The cakes, which had been neatly stacked, collapsed until they were no longer there
shape, strawberries runny, chocolate softens into a dark mass. I stood in front of the cabinet, my fingers tightening little by little. Tieu Vien cried and said: "Tomorrow there will be three birthday cakes, and there's also one for the baby's first month party." "Miss Duong, what should I do?" I looked at the entire wardrobe being destroyed, my chest aching so tight. But I don't cry.