Chapter 4 — Footprints Find Your Child

Tham Lo suddenly raised his head. “How do you know?” Having finished speaking, she also realized that she had revealed a loophole. The Korean police sent someone to the next room to get the suitcase. Grey. The left lining zipper is hidden very deeply. Opened, inside there was a kraft paper bag. In it was an inspection report whose cover had been torn off. Name: Tham Lo. Screening genes related to SMA in abnormal fetuses. Genetic counseling is recommended and re-testing as soon as possible after birth. Ha Thua Trach held the report, his hands shaking. “Why didn't you tell me?” Tham Lo cried and retreated. "I don't dare! Your mother values the child so much, even promising that whoever is born first will get more property. If I tell, this child will be abandoned, and Hua Tri Ninh will take more property. I'm not willing!" Ha Thua Trach's eyes turned red. “So I switched the children to the second limb?” “I just want it to live!” She pointed to the weak baby in my arms. "It needs money, it needs treatment! Hua Tri Ninh's biological mother's family has a trust fund, she has the money to pay! Only if she takes care of it, it will have a chance to live!" I was so angry that my whole body was cold. “So my son deserves to be carried away by you?” “I will treat it well!” "Even if your biological child is sick, you can push it away. How can you make me believe that you will treat my child well?" She was speechless when I asked her. Police officer Han signaled the female police officer to come forward. Tham Lo hugged So An tightly, crying and screaming: "Don't touch me! This is my son!" Sister An was squeezed by her until she cried loudly. That loud cry broke my heart. I said hoarsely: "You hurt him." Tham Lo was stunned for a moment. The female police officer took the opportunity to catch the baby. Ha Nghien Hanh reached out to receive it and immediately put it in my arms. The moment I hugged Sister An, my whole body trembled. I lifted up its little feet. The crescent moon is still there. The split pattern at the base of the second finger also remains. I bowed my head and kissed the soles of his feet. “It's mom.” “Mom brought me home.” Sister An cried a few times, as if she recognized my voice, and slowly stopped. When Tham Lo was handcuffed, her eyes were fixed on me. “Hua Tri Ninh, how did you recognize it?” Her voice was shrill and shrill. "My bracelets have been changed, my diapers have been changed, my footprint records have been edited, the water mist covering the camera has been arranged, and I have even prepared a cotton swab for testing." “Based on what?” I hugged So An and looked at her. “Because the soles of my son's feet have a crescent moon pattern.” She was stunned. “Just for that?” “Just for that.” She suddenly laughed, the laughter was harder to hear than crying. “I calculated so much, but I lost a foot?” I don't look at her anymore. She will never understand. That's not a foot. That's the way to bring my son home. Nanny Duong quickly explained everything. She was more cowardly than Tham Lo imagined. As soon as the police placed the heat press machine, fake cotton swabs and transfer history in front of her, she said everything. Half a month ago, Tham Lo found her. First, cry, saying your child might be sick. After that, it was said that the Co family's great house could not do without a healthy heir. Finally give money. Three hundred thousand. One hundred thousand deposit transferred. Nanny Duong is in charge of three things. First, create an opportunity for the two children to leave their mother's sight. Second, swap diapers, bracelets, and anti-removal locks. Third, use an administrator account to overwrite the footprint records in the center's system. The sprinkler alarm was also designed by her. She bribed an outsourced cleaning staff, telling him to "accidentally" touch the manual fire alarm button. The cleaning staff didn't know the inside story, only thinking that nanny Duong wanted to borrow it during the chaos to avoid an internal inspection. The camera lens is blurred by moisture. The parent-child lock alarm was explained as Bluetooth being affected by the sprinkler system. The old bracelet and anti-removal lock were cut to pieces, and she threw it into her mouth to check the third box of the dirty laundry well. The police went to check and indeed found it. On the fragment there was oil on the skin and a bit of blood. Can be compared with the umbilical cord blood I saved earlier. When Wei Lan came to find me, I was giving Sister A

n suck. She stood at the door, not going in. After just one night, she seemed to have aged ten years. “Tri Ninh.” I didn't reply. Her eyes were red. "It's you who's confused. You shouldn't not believe me." I raised my head to look at her. “No, I'm not confused.” She was stunned. "Mom is afraid of losing face, afraid of bad things in the family being spread out, afraid of the Co family's reputation not being good." My voice is very light. "From the moment you said the baby wasn't yours, I didn't ask you why. I just wanted you to keep your mouth shut." Wei Lan's tears fell. “I didn't know Lo Lo would be so cruel.” “I don't know because I don't want to believe what a woman who has just given birth can be forced to do.” I hugged Sister An tightly. “But I almost lost my son.” Her lips moved, but for a long time she could not say a word. Ha Nghien Hanh came back from outside and stood next to me. “Mom, you go home first.” Wei Lan looked at him: "Nghien Chau, mom wants to make up for it..." "No need." His voice was very calm.