Chapter 16 — Divorce Keeps House

“Director Hac, is this kind of statement legally valid?” “In terms of medicine, we only record the patient's statements.” “But I think you need to know.” Before I could speak, the phone vibrated again. It's a text message from an unknown number. Trinh An Ninh, if Lap Xuyen really can't get off the operating table, your son will know for the rest of his life that you killed his father. Below the message, there is also a photo attached. In the photo, Tieu Du is standing at the end of the hotel hallway. Someone was secretly taking pictures of the boy. 16I stared at that photo, and my spine immediately went cold. The hotel hallway lights are very bright. Tieu Du stood at the end of the street, holding her schoolbag in her hand, as if she had just walked out of her room. The shooting angle is very low, clearly the photographer is hiding in a hidden corner. I immediately called my mother. The phone rang three times before someone picked up. My mother's voice was very low. "An Ninh, someone knocked on the door just now." "It said the hotel brought fruit." "Mom, it's not open." I asked: "Where is Tieu Du?" "Is next to mom." "Did Tieu Du go out just now?" My mother was a bit stunned. "Go out for a minute." "The boy said there was a paper outside the door, telling him to go to the elevator door to get food." My heart dropped straight to the bottom. "Mom, lock it." Leave the door immediately." "Don't let Tieu Du leave your sight." "I'll be right back." After hanging up, I forwarded the photo and message to lawyer Manh. He only answered one question. Report to the police immediately and ask the hotel to retain security cameras. I didn't hesitate at all. Ten minutes later, I rushed back to the hotel. The lobby manager was called out to the lobby by the police. My mother led Tieu Du to stand next to the reception desk, her face pale. Tieu Du saw me, tears immediately fell. "Mom, I didn't mean to go out." "Your name is written on the piece of paper." I sat down and hugged my child. "I know." "It's not your fault." My mother took out that piece of paper from her pocket. There was only one line of text on the paper. Tieu Du, mom has ordered dinner for you and is waiting at the elevator door. The handwriting is squiggly, but deliberately imitates my writing style. I looked and my fingertips were cold. The police took the paper and asked the hotel manager. "Who can go to this floor?" The hotel manager hastily said: "Guests must swipe their card to get to the corresponding floor." "But the janitors and technical staff have multi-function cards." The police immediately asked him to extract the camera. In the surveillance room, the image was rapidly rewinded about fifteen minutes before the message was sent. A man wearing a hat came up the stairs. He looked down, holding a disposable lunch box in his hand. He didn't knock on my door. It's about stuffing the piece of paper through the crack in the door, then hiding in a hidden corner of the hallway. Less than a minute later, Tieu Du opened the door. The boy looked around, then held his schoolbag and walked out. My mother followed closely behind and poked her head out to call the boy. The man set up
I immediately raised my phone to take a photo. Then turn around and leave up the stairs. The whole process took less than thirty seconds. If Tieu Du takes a few more steps, he will be out of surveillance camera range. My mother gagged, almost unable to stand. I supported her, but my heart felt cold and there were no waves. They are no longer fighting over houses. They are using my children to force me to collapse. The police stopped the image and zoomed in on the man's face. I just took one look and immediately recognized it. He is the son of Han Lap Xuyen's cousin's family, his name is Han Khai Minh. Normally it's a mess, but during Tet, I used to come to my house for dinner. I reported my name and contact method to the police. The police called immediately on the spot. The phone rang for a long time before someone answered. The background sound over there is very noisy. After the police identified himself, he was clearly frightened. "I just helped take a photo." "Didn't intend to do anything." The police asked: "Who told you to take the photo?" Han Khai Minh hesitated for a long time. "Grandma told me to come." I coldly asked: "How did your grandmother know we were staying at this hotel?" He was silent. When lawyer Manh arrived, he just happened to hear this sentence. He told the police: “We suspect the hotel's stay information was leaked, or someone was following along the way.” The hotel manager's expression immediately changed. He immediately checked the notes at the reception. The results showed that at 7:40 p.m., someone called the receptionist, claiming to be my husband. He said his son forgot to bring his exercise book and asked to confirm the room number. The receptionist did not notify directly. But the other party immediately read the last four numbers of my citizen identification card and the baby's name correctly. The receptionist immediately thought he was a family member and only answered one question, the guest was on the sixteenth floor. I closed my eyes. Of course, Han Lap Xuyen knows the last four numbers of his identity card. The baby's name, he knew even better. So this time, the rope looped back towards him. The police asked me to record a statement. I repeated the previous events at school, company, and registration center.