Chapter 10 — Dawn After the Crack

“What is the purpose?” Lam Niem So asked.

Trieu Toan pushed up his glasses: "If the Tran family knows your identity, then the purpose of marrying you could be - to wait for the right opportunity, to borrow your identity to access the Lam family's assets."

“But they still hide my identity.”

“Because the time has not yet come.” Trieu Toan said, "In other words, they are waiting for you to give birth to the baby. After the baby is born, if the marital relationship between you and Tran Canh Tham still exists, then the baby will be the grandson of the Lam family..."

“At the same time, they are also the bones of the Tran family.” Lam Niem So continued his words.

“A bond between two families.”

Lam Sung Son punched the table hard. The teacup bounced and the tea spilled out.

“Nien So.” He looked at her, "What are you going to do next?"

“Wait.” Lam Niem So's voice was calmer than anyone in the room, "Waiting for the baby to be born. Waiting for them to jump out themselves."

“Aren't you afraid?”

“What are you afraid of?” She said, "I grew up in an orphanage, ate leftovers from my adoptive family, and had to support myself at the age of sixteen. In this life, I was afraid of everything, but now I'm not afraid anymore."

Lam Sung Son looked at her and suddenly smiled.

“Just like your mother.”

Everything seems very peaceful. But under that peaceful sea surface, underground waves were rolling. Lam Niem So continued to live at Tong Dao's house, continuing to make design sketches for "So Kien". Tran Canh Tham's side hasn't contacted her in recent days, and she hasn't actively looked for him. Two months away from the due date. That afternoon, while she was at home editing drawings, the doorbell rang. She thought Tong Dao was home so she opened the door. The person standing outside the door was a strange man. About forty years old, wearing a dark blue vest, tall and thin, his face has some similarities to Lam Sung Son. At the first sight of her, the man turned to stone.

“You are… Niem So?”

Lam Niem So took two seconds to react.

“Are you Lam Tri Vien?”

The man's lips trembled.

“I am your father.”

He pulled out a photo from his pocket, the exact same photo on Lam Sung Son's desk - a young woman holding a newborn baby.

“When my mother passed away, I was still clutching a photo of my silver lock in my hand.” His voice trembled, "She said her whole life she was most sorry for me, not watching over me carefully."

Lam Niem So stood at the door, looking at this father who suddenly appeared.

“Please come in and sit down.”

Lam Tri Vien entered the house and the two sat opposite each other on the sofa. Lam Tri Vien placed a box on the tea table.

"This was left to you by your mother. When she was alive, she said that when she found you, she would give it to you."

Lam Niem So opened the box. Inside is a jade bracelet, transparent blue, extremely good jade quality. The inside of the bracelet is engraved with four words: Peaceful Niem So.

“My name was given to me by my mother.” Lam Tri Vien said, "Niem So, always remember the beginning. She said no matter how far you go, as long as you remember this name, you will find your way home."

Lam Niem So put a jade bracelet on her wrist. The jade pressed against the skin was cold, but it seemed to carry a warmth that lasted twenty-eight years.

"Dad." The first time she called this sound.

Lam Tri Vien's tears fell.

“Good boy, dad is late.”

He reached out and cautiously placed his hand on her shoulder, exactly like the one the way Lam Sung Son did that day. The people in this family were extremely careful when touching her, as if afraid she would break.

“It's not too late, Dad.” Lam Niem So said.

Father and son sat and talked all afternoon. Lam Tri Vien told her that Lam Thi Group currently has a capitalization value of three hundred billion, mainly doing business in jewelry, real estate and finance. She is Lam Tri Vien's only child - after her disappearance, Lam Tri Vien did not have any more children.

"There's no need to rush things about the company." Lam Tri Vien said, "Just give birth to the baby first."

“Dad, there is something I need to tell you.”

She recounted the story of the Tran family. After hearing this, Lam Tri Vien's face turned pale.

“Tran Quoc Dong.” He gritted his teeth and repeated this name, "Twenty-eight years ago, I asked every security guard, every nurse, every janitor. He stood right in front of me and said 'I didn't see anything'."

“At that time he received fifty thousand yuan.”

“Fifty thousand yuan sold my daughter cheap.” Lam Tri Vien clenched his hands into fists.

“It's not just about selling.” Lam Niem So said, "They raised the child, then arranged for someone to marry the child to his son. They were waiting for an opportunity."