Chapter 14 — Being Slagged by My Husband for Salty Soup, I Made My Husband's Whole Family Pay

He said all the places that needed to be signed... I asked carefully in advance. He also said.

"Let me take care of everything."

"You just need to follow me."

I also think he's thoughtful. Now remember. Every detail... It's like there's a hidden trap. Lawyer Tham immediately made several consecutive phone calls. He contacted the duty officer of the real estate registration office. At the same time, call the risk control department of the lending unit. I just heard that I filed a police report and suspected the documents were fake. The opponent's attitude immediately became much more cautious. But the process... Has entered the final appraisal round. Only the declaration of renunciation of pre-marital property is accepted. Ownership of the house will be determined as personal property that Han Tranh has full authority to dispose of. Listen here. My father's face was dark and scary.

"I've calculated all the ways."

I turned my head to look towards the hospital door. Han Tranh is still sitting in a wheelchair. Lam Van stood next to him. But her face no longer looked as proud as before. I stepped forward. She immediately backed away.

"What do you want to do?"

I looked at her.

"The phone call just now..."

"Who called?"

Lam Van bit her lips tightly.

"I do not know."

Han Tranh also avoided my eyes.

"Khuong Hoa."

"Don't blame everything on me."

I smiled softly.

"I didn't say it was you yet."

"What are you in a hurry?"

Han Tranh's face immediately stiffened. The policeman standing next to him spoke up.

"I request the two of you to cooperate in the investigation."

"Now explain."

"Declaration of renunciation of property before marriage..."

"Who prepared it?"

Han Tranh was silent. Lam Van suddenly said.

"I don't know if there's any statement."

"I'm just here as a friend."

My mother looked at her coldly.

"Friends..."

"But you also brought the divorce petition?"

Lam Van immediately choked up. Right at that moment. The police asked to unlock Han Tranh's phone. The screen just lit up. A new message appears. The sender's name is not saved. There are only two words. Below is a photo. Is the first page of a file. Title clearly stated. A commitment to voluntarily give up property before marriage. The signature part... It's my name. Next to it is a red fingerprint. I stared at the photo. A stream of cold air ran down my spine. That fingerprint location... Too familiar. Those are not fingerprints taken when registering marriage. The day of the wedding. Han Tranh once invited me to play a game. He took the red ink cartridge. Have two people print their fingerprints on paper. Then laughed.

"This is a game for newlyweds."

"Handprinted..."

"We will never let each other go for the rest of our lives."

I also laughed very happily. And obediently put my handprint down. At this point... Han Tranh also remembered. The blood on his face... Completely disappeared. Lawyer Tham suddenly raised his head.

"In the photo there is a file number."

"This document..."

"Looked up tonight."

He typed quickly on the keyboard. A few seconds later. The voice suddenly lowered.

"Research history shows..."

"Tonight at 19:10..."

"Ms. Khuong herself came to look up the marriage registration documents."

My mother immediately raised her head.

"No way."

I also stared at the screen. 7:10 p.m. I'm still standing in the kitchen stewing soup. Han Tranh hasn't returned home yet. But in the system...

That "I"...

Arrived at the administrative center before one step. Ten past seven. That timeline makes the whole thing stick out even more. If someone impersonates me to look up my records, it proves that that person has more than just my documents. But I also know that tonight I will be detained at the Han family's house. Knowing I couldn't immediately go get tested. My mother immediately spoke up.

"To the administrative center."

Lawyer Tham glanced at his watch.

"The center is closed at this time."

"But the self-service area remains open twenty-four hours."

"The lookup history is done from there."

My father turned around and walked away.

"Then go now."

The police immediately sent another colleague to accompany them to collect evidence. While sitting in a wheelchair, Han Tranh suddenly spoke up.

"I'll go too."

I looked at him.

"Are you afraid we'll find out something?"

Han Tranh gritted his teeth.

"I have a right to know."

The policeman looked at his hanging arm.

"You should treat it first."

"When coordination is needed, we will notify."

Lam Van plans to stay with Han Tranh. But I stepped forward, blocking her right in front of her face.

"You can't go either."

Lam Van glared.

"Based on what do you control me?"

I pointed at the phone she had just used to threaten me.

"The origin of that video, you still haven't explained clearly."

Lam Van's face immediately stiffened. Finally, the police asked her to stay in the emergency room. When we arrived at the self-service area of the administrative center, it was already twenty-one past ten. Late at night, the whole building was almost empty. Along the wall are self-service machines with their screens lit up. After listening to the police explain the incident, the security guard quickly contacted the person on duty. The door to the surveillance room was opened. Each camera screen lights up in turn.