Chapter 12 — Being Slagged by My Husband for Salty Soup, I Made My Husband's Whole Family Pay

Han Tranh's face completely changed.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Lam Van opened the chat history.

"Am I talking nonsense?"

She brought the screen in front of me. That's the entire chat between her and Han Tranh. Time... Starts even before the wedding. Han Tranh said. Khuong Hoa is very simple, without any plans. Han Tranh said. After retiring, she did not have a stable job and was very easy to control. Han Tranh said. Just let her sell the apartment first. Waiting for the deposit to buy a house to be paid... Then she won't be able to leave anymore. I read every line. Line by line. Strangely enough... My chest doesn't hurt anymore. It's like... Something has gone completely cold. My mother finished reading it. Fingertips trembled slightly. My father didn't say a word. But his eyes... Already sharp as a knife. The policeman immediately asked Lam Van to stop.

"Please don't keep scrolling."

"This phone will be temporarily detained to seal evidence."

Lam Van just woke up. She was about to pull out her phone. The policeman raised his hand.

"Please cooperate."

Lam Van bit her lips tightly. Finally still handed over the phone. Right at that moment. A man wearing a mask hurriedly walked past the door of the emergency room. He accidentally bumped into me. A yellow-brown paper bag fell from her hand. Senior brother reacted extremely quickly. Immediately locked the man's wrist. He struggled violently.

"What are you doing?"

The paper bag fell to the ground. The mouth of the bag opened. A few sheets of photocopy paper slid out. Photocopy of my citizen identification card. Photocopy of my household registration book. A drawer key. Right at the top was a piece of paper. The handwriting is very hasty. Don't investigate anymore. The house's book has been mortgaged. The paper fell onto the white tile floor. Each letter on it seemed to be written specifically for me to see. I stared at the key. At the edge of the key there is a red plastic piece. Exactly the same style as the locked drawer key in Han Tranh's house. I bent down to pick up the paper bag. The policeman immediately stopped me.

"Don't touch first."

The senior brother still held the other man's wrist tightly. He still tried to struggle.

"I was just passing by."

"On what basis did you arrest me?"

My father asked coldly.

"People passing by..."

"Are you bringing photocopies of my daughter's documents?"

The man's eyes shifted continuously.

"I... I don't know."

"Someone asked me to bring it."

This is the second time I've heard this saying. The police took the man aside to take a statement. As soon as she saw the paper bag, Lam Van's face was even whiter than before. I turned to look at her.

"You know him?"

She immediately shook her head.

"Unfamiliar."

Han Tranh also quickly said.

"I'm not used to it either."

Two people answered too quickly. So fast... Just like we practiced before. My mother took out her phone and took a picture of the entire position of the papers lying on the ground. Then she looked toward the police.

"Now we need to check the legal status of the house."

The policeman nodded.

"But the people involved..."

"Don't leave the hospital."

Han Tranh immediately panicked.

"Based on what?"

The policeman looked straight at him.

"You are involved in an act of domestic violence."

"Using a knife to threaten others."

"Unusual loan application."

"And suspected of falsifying documents."

"I think..."

"Based on what?"

Weld Tranh immediately fell silent. Lam Van lowered her voice.

"But I didn't hit anyone."

I glanced at her.

"Don't rush."

"Your story..."

"It's not time to finish talking yet."

Lam Van's face became extremely unsightly. She turned away. The lawyer was called by my mother on the way here. Cousin Tham. Arrived very quickly. When he appeared in front of the emergency room, he was still holding a laptop in his hand. My mother just summarized everything in a few short sentences. Lawyer Tham only asked me three questions.

"Do you still have the receipt for transferring the deposit to buy a house?"

"Did you ever take a photo of the house purchase contract?"

"The paper copy is at Han Tranh's place."

"But in my phone I still have a photo taken on the day I signed the contract."

"Have you ever signed any documents related to a mortgage, guarantee or relinquishment of ownership of property?"

I shook my head.

"Never."

Lawyer Tham nodded.

"First check the real estate registration information."

"Then check with the lender."

"All the calls and conversations tonight..."

"Continue to save it as evidence."

He turned to look at Han Tranh.

"If the house really has been mortgaged..."

"Even using Ms. Khuong's fake signature..."

"Then this is no longer a divorce dispute."

Han Tranh still tried to keep his mouth shut.

"Lawyers don't scare people."

Lawyer Tham calmly replied.

"I'm not scaring anyone."

"I'm just thinking about the consequences."

We went to the self-service area right next to the hospital. There you can look up some information about real estate. I used my personal information to look up. House not found. That doesn't surprise me. Because on the house book... Only Han Tranh's name is on it. Lawyer Tham immediately asked the police to ask Han Tranh to provide relevant documents.