Chapter 3 — Dad's Wishes

Trieu Khai picked up the phone and filmed me. "Everyone, see, the biological mother was forced to this extent, the daughter still kept the money and did not give it. Whoever's family marries this kind of woman in the future will be truly unlucky for eight generations." The lens is close to the face. I raised my hand to cover, but Tham Kien Quoc pressed my shoulder. “Calm down a bit!” Tham Van So rushed to hug him. “Brother, don't shoot anymore, I beg everyone.” She knelt down. His knee hit the broken glass, and his pants quickly saw a few streaks of blood. "You can't even give me the money I gave you?" Grandma immediately let me go. “Then give it now.” Tham Van So raised his head and looked at me. In those eyes there was a mixture of fear and prayer. “Thanh Hoa, first transfer 180 thousand to mother.” “I promise, just let them go.” Trieu Khai burst out laughing. "180 thousand? The notary documents all say personal deposit and insurance compensation, do you two think we are idiots?" Luu Xao Tran picked up my ID card. "If you bring your ID card to the bank, won't you find out?" I rushed to rob it. She turned around and stuffed her ID card into her chest pocket. "Want to get it? Send money first." I looked at Tham Van So. “Mom, tell her to give it back to me.” Tham Van So avoided my eyes. "Thanh Hoa, you can't lose the documents at your aunt's place. Don't make a big deal out of it." This sentence hurts more than my grandmother's slap. My father just left, every corner of the house is his shadow. His cup of tea was still on the window sill, the medicine box was still at the head of the bed, and his slippers were placed in the closet. But these people stepped on his relics, robbed him of his things, and forced his daughter. My mother told me not to make a big deal out of it. In front of the door, many neighbors gathered. Someone advised: "Guys, the child's father just passed away, what should you say slowly?" Dieu Que Phan immediately cried. "Speak slowly? Since her father is dead, she wants to kick her biological mother out! We came to support my daughter, but did we become a robber?" Tham Kien Quoc sighed in cooperation. "Bad things at home shouldn't be spread out, but this kid is really worthless." Trieu Khai filmed the video even more enthusiastically. “Hua Thanh Hoa, if you don't specify money today, I will post it to your unit group.” My job is as a contract employee of the district library. The salary is not high, but it is stable. The year my father got sick, I took too many days off, and the leader had his opinion. Trieu Khai knows this. Because cousin Tham Niem Tu worked as a temporary recruit in the office next door, it was best to inquire about information. On the phone screen, I saw my hair messy and my eye sockets red. Like a criminal on trial. Uncle Chu held his forehead and said in a low voice: "I'm calling the police." Tham Kien Quoc snatched his phone and threw it on the ground. The screen cracked. This time the front door was really chaotic. Someone shouted don't move your hand. Someone said to quickly call the police. Grandma suddenly sat down on the ground, patting her thighs and crying. "Beat someone! My son-in-law just died, my granddaughter colluded with outsiders to beat my biological grandmother!" Tham Van So knelt next to her. “Mom, get up, the ground is cold.” “Stop pretending!” Dieu Que Phan pinched her arm. “If I don't get the money today, I'll die at your door.” Tham Van So was in so much pain that his whole face grimaced. She raised her head to look at me, her voice was so light that it was about to fade away. “Thanh Hoa, I beg you.” I stood in the middle of the mess and slowly took out my phone. Trieu Khai proudly extended his hand. “Transfer to my card.” I turned on the screen and called the police. "Hello, someone broke into my house, stole documents, destroyed property, beat the elderly, and even forged loan documents to extort money." Dieu Que Phan's cries fell silent. The smile on Trieu Khai's face also stiffened. The other end of the line asked for the address. When I finished reporting the house number, Tham Van So suddenly rushed forward and stole the phone. “Thanh Hoa, you can't call the police!” The phone flew out of my hand, hitting the ground heavily. The moment the screen cracked, the recording pen rolled under the sofa. The red indicator light is still on. The police arrived very quickly. When two policemen entered the door, Dieu Que Phan was lying on the ground groaning. Trieu Khai put away his phone and immediately changed his face to a sincere expression. “Comrade police, it's just a misunderstanding, it's all a family matter.” Luu Xao Tran secretly stuffed it

ID card into the sofa slot. I pointed at her hand. “She stole my ID card.” Luu Xao Tran's face changed. "Who stole it? I picked it up because I was afraid you would lose it." The police asked her to take it out. When the papers were taken out from her inner pocket, she remained speechless. "People of the same family, stealing and not stealing." Another policeman saw the wound on Uncle Chu's forehead and asked who pushed him. Tham Kien Quoc immediately said: "He can't stand on his own." Uncle Chu picked up the broken phone. “I have neighbors as witnesses.” The neighbors outside the door were talking to each other. “We see.” “The other man pushed people.” "And stole the papers of someone else's girl." Tham Kien Quoc's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. Grandma sat up, pointed at me and cried. "Comrade police, he's unfilial! His father is dead, he doesn't give his biological mother money for living expenses, and even wants to kick us out." The police looked at my mother. “Are you her mother?”