Chapter 2 — Dad's Wishes

It was exactly the day he finished his second surgery. Tham Van So put his hand on the paper bag. “Thanh Hoa, wait until they leave and see.” Her voice was very light, but carried an order. I looked at her white knuckles. "Why?" She was stunned. “I'm afraid you'll get excited.” Trieu Khai came over and smiled. "It's not a will, is it? That's good, open it in front of everyone, so I don't hide it in private." Luu Xao Tran also shouted: "That's right, the joint property of husband and wife, your mother also has a share." Grandma's eyes rolled around. "Open! Open now!" Everyone in the house stared at the paper bag in my hand. Uncle Chu's face became even more unsightly. “Thanh Hoa, come with me, go to the community office and open it.” Tham Kien Quoc blocked even more tightly. "No one should try to leave. The Hua family's money should be guarded against the Tham family like they are against thieves, there is no such reason." My father's photo is still placed on the cabinet next to the dining table. In the black and white photo, he smiles very gently. I suddenly remembered when I was in the hospital, he held my hand and said: "Thanh Hoa, don't be afraid of trouble. Once a person is afraid of trouble, trouble will eat him up." At that time, I thought he was talking about illness. Turns out it wasn't. I tore off the tape. Tham Van So's hand suddenly tightened. In the paper bag there are three things. A copy of instructions for handing over a bank card, a photocopy of notarized documents, and a small recording pen. Grandma didn't understand the notarization, just stared at the bank card. "Where is the card? Where is the card?" Trieu Khai reached out to try to steal the photocopy. Uncle Chu stopped him. "Don't move, you will be responsible for tearing it." I turned to the first page. On it was written that my father Hua Truong Bach voluntarily left his personal deposit, insurance compensation and profits from handling pre-marital property under his name for his daughter Hua Thanh Hoa to inherit. The signature part has the seal of the notary office. The date is ten days before his death. Tham Van So's lips trembled. “How could Truong Bach…” Before she finished speaking, her grandmother rushed towards her. "Didn't you say it was only 180 thousand? Why is there still a notarization? Are you hiding the money?" Tham Van So was pushed into the shoe cabinet. The little aunt was also frantic. "Sister, you can't eat alone! How much has mother cared for you in your whole life?" Luu Xao Tran pointed at me. "Thanh Hoa, take out your bank card. Your father's money, let your mother keep it first." I folded the document. “No card.” Trieu Khai smiled coldly. "Is it a scam? The bank has already notified me, the money is definitely in my hands." Uncle Chu looked at me. That look seemed to be asking me if I knew everything or not. I said nothing. Because this 7.8 million thing is currently only known to the bank's customer manager, me and Tham Van So. But these people who just opened their mouths and closed their mouths are all 180 thousand. Proves that at least my mother talked 180 thousand out. In the end, did she slip her tongue, or did she intentionally spread the news? Grandma grabbed Tham Van So's sleeve. "Tell me! How much money do you have?" Tham Van So cried and shook his head. "Mom, there's really no more. Truong Bach's illness cost a lot of money, only 180 thousand left." Dieu Que Phan raised his hand and slapped her. Chat for a moment. The house was quiet. Tham Van So covered his face, tears falling one by one. “Mom…” “Don't call me mom!” Dieu Que Phan scolded until saliva flew out. "Did I take care of you in vain? If you have money, you don't know how to respect your mother's family first, and you help this son of a bitch trick me!" I tightened my grip on the recording pen. Grandma scolded me, I can endure it. She beat my mother, I couldn't help it. But Tham Van So grabbed my wrist tightly, her nails digging into the flesh. "Do not." Her voice was hoarse. “Don't argue with grandma.” Right after that, Trieu Khai suddenly took advantage of my distraction and snatched the notarized photocopy. He scanned his eyes and read a few lines, his expression changing from greed to excitement. "Mom! It's not just 180 thousand written here!" The breathing of everyone in the living room became heavier. Trieu Khai raised the paper high. “Hua Thanh Hoa, your father left you a large sum, right?” Trieu Khai's words are like lighting a fire in an oil pan. Dieu Que Phan no longer hugged her breasts, her waist also straightened. She rushed forward a few steps

He looked at me and reached into my nightgown pocket. "Where's the bank card? Take it out!" I backed away, she grabbed my hair. The scalp hurts to the point of numbness. Uncle Chu quickly went up to pull. Tham Kien Quoc pushed him away. "We educate our children at home, don't talk too much." Uncle Chu bumped into the door frame, his forehead was red. My mother screamed, but did not go to help him. She just hugged her grandmother's arm, crying and saying: "Mom, don't be like that, Thanh Hoa is still young." "How small are you? You're twenty-six years old and you're still pretending to be a child!" Dieu Que Phan still did not let go of my hair. "Half of your father's money is your mother's, your mother's money is your grandmother's money. If you dare to hide it, today I will let the leader of your unit know that you are an unfilial son!" Luu Xao Tran pulled out my drawer. Socks, papers, and medicine boxes were thrown all over the ground by her. My little aunt searched my bag, pulled out my bank card, and slapped it on the table one by one. “What's the password?” “Say it!”