Chapter 7 — Divorcing the Cold Battalion Commander

I coldly watched them struggle. At this moment, an information soldier ran in outside the door.

“Battalion Commander Luc!”

"Phone call from the regiment, saying there's a problem with Lam Mieu's father's old sacrifice records, asking you to come over there immediately!"

Lam Mieu's face was immediately cut without a drop of blood. 7. There are problems with the records. This statement is heavier than all the previous evidence. At that moment, another information soldier ran over.

"Battalion Commander Luc! Phone call from the regiment, asking you to come there immediately! People from the Military Region Disciplinary Committee have also arrived!"

Discipline? Luc's mother was so scared that she grabbed Luc Xuyen tightly, Lam Mieu's face turned pale. She relied on the title of "martyr's orphan" to do mischievous things in this military area, but now she's been pulled out of the pot.

“I won't go!”

Lam Mieu screamed shrilly and rushed towards Luc Xuyen.

"Brother Xuyen, my father really saved Uncle Luc! I promised my father that he would take care of me!"

Luc Xuyen's face darkened and he violently pushed her hand away.

“When my father died, I was only eight years old. When did I promise your father?”

Luc's mother interrupted again.

"It was your father's last words before his death. Have you forgotten?"

“Dad never told me.”

Luc Xuyen looked at his mother, doubt appeared in his eyes for the first time. The Luc family's murky puddle is much deeper than I thought. Very quickly, we were all taken to the Security Department. Lam Mieu cried bitterly, Luc's mother protected her side, one word "children don't understand things", two words "temporarily confused". I looked at her coldly.

“Mom, do you admit that she did it?”

Luc's mother choked, then slammed the table and shouted:

“To Van, you keep insisting on making a scene, you want to destroy our Luc family, right?”

"The person who destroyed the Luc family was the one who robbed and shouted at the village, not me - a victim."

As soon as I finished speaking, Officer Chau's man came in holding a small package of paper found in the old warehouse.

"The medical station has checked, it's a sedative anesthetic powder."

I stared at Lam Mieu: "Where did you get the medicine?" She desperately shook her head, but her eyes couldn't help but glance towards Luc's mother. Just that one glance. I saw, Luc's mother also saw me looking. Her hand immediately tightened the hem of her shirt. I didn't rush to expose it, but looked straight at Officer Chau.

“Please check the Luc family's medicine box. I suspect there is this medicine inside.”

"Impossible!"

Luc's mother jumped up, literally bowing to my grandfather in this bush. Luc Xuyen's face turned white. Before he could question him, the door to the Security room was pushed open. A man wearing a Ton Yat Son jacket walked in, his eyebrows exuding a cold look. Officer Chau immediately stood at attention.

“Comrade Tham.”

The man nodded, his eyes scanning the entire room, finally stopping on the red slap mark on my face, pausing for a second.

“Military Region Disciplinary Committee, Tham Nghien.”

He introduced himself, then placed a file on the table.

"We came here today to investigate the issue of personal allowances for martyr Lam Kien Quoc."

He looked at Lam Mieu, whose face looked like ash.

"Because someone accused him, Lam Kien Quoc did not sacrifice himself for public service that year, but fled with military medicine, then was arrested by the border guards, as a criminal."

The whole room was as silent as a sheet of paper. Tham Nghien's eyes turned to Luc's mother and Luc Xuyen.

"More importantly, the person who falsified the documents and helped the Lam family defraud the martyrs' treatment that year was the Luc family."

I looked at that file, the rock in my heart finally fell. The denunciation letter I sent in the name of the original owner finally worked. 8. The enamel cup in Luc's mother's hand "clattered" and fell to the ground. Water splashed. Her face was filled with panic.