Chapter 11 — From Abandoned Bride to Tycoon's Nanny

“What are you going to do?”

“I haven't finished thinking yet.”

But there is one thing I have understood. To Kien Quoc, To Uyen Thanh, Chu Tu Hien. None of you can escape.

“Mr. Luc.”

“Why help me?”

He was silent for two seconds.

“Because Niem Niem needs you.”

His tone is so natural. It was so natural that I almost believed it. That night I couldn't sleep. Professor Tran's story kept repeating in my head. Fifty thousand. To Kien Quoc used fifty thousand to betray my future. Before the university entrance exam, the man patted my shoulder and said, "Van Van, try your best, I believe in you." I leaned my back against the headboard and read and reread every word in the document three times. The chain of evidence is very complete. To Kien Quoc's bank statements, casino debt papers, call history with creditors, handwriting assessment report in the denunciation letter. Luc Canh Tham's people investigated too thoroughly. So radical that it scares people. How much power does he have? Why did he go to such great lengths for a nanny?

“Because Niem Niem needs you.”

He said so. But I always feel that the situation is not just that. The next morning. I'm putting on Niem Niem's coat to prepare to go out for a walk. The butler came.

"Miss To, Mr. Luc asked me to tell you that someone will come to the manor at three o'clock this afternoon. Mr. Luc wants you to be present."

“Who is that?”

“Professor Tran Thu Chinh.”

My hands trembled. Professor Tran? Haven't you already resigned and left Kinh Bac?

"Mr. Luc said it took him some time to find Professor Tran's whereabouts. The Professor is currently opening a clinic in a small southern city. Last night he stayed up all night to fly here."

I squatted on the ground, unable to stand up for half a day. Niem Niem pulled my sleeve.

“Aunt Van Van, what's wrong?”

"No problem." I stood up, took a deep breath, "Let's go, go out for a walk."

Three o'clock in the afternoon. I stood in front of the living room door on the first floor, my palms wet with sweat. Professor Tran Thu Chinh is sitting on the sofa. He has aged a lot. Her hair is white, her face has twice as many wrinkles as three years ago, but her eyes are still as bright as before. The moment he saw me, he immediately stood up. His voice was a bit hoarse. I walked over and stood in front of him.

“You've gotten thinner.” He raised his hand and patted my shoulder, "But the spirit is still good."

My nose stings, I try to suppress it. Luc Canh Tham sat in the opposite chair, not saying a word. Professor Tran sat down and sighed.

“Last night, Mr. Luc showed me that evidence.” He said, "I always suspected that someone was playing tricks on the accusation that year, but I didn't expect it to be your father."

“Teacher, I'm sorry —”

“What does it have to do with you?” He waved his hand, "You are the best student I have ever guided. That year when something happened, the person who suffered the most was you. Your thesis, your project, your future —"

“Teacher, if you bring this evidence to light, your honor will be restored.”

Professor Tran glanced at Luc Canh Tham. Luc Canh Tham nodded.

"I have the legal team ready. As long as Professor Tran agrees, a lawsuit can be filed at any time."

Professor Tran pondered for a moment.

"To Kien Quoc is my biological father. I am devastated Have you thought carefully?”

“He sold out my future and ruined my teacher's reputation. He doesn't deserve to be your father."

Professor Tran sighed. That evening, before Professor Tran left, he called me aside to talk privately for a while.

"Tieu To, Mr. Luc, I have only met for a day, but I can see that he is not the type of person to arbitrarily help others."

“He helped me investigate these things, the human cost alone is not a small amount. He's either scheming something, or... he cares about me."

I didn't reply.

“Whatever the reason, you must clearly understand your position. I am a girl with talent, not an attachment to anyone.”

Professor Tran patted my head.

“Go away. My life is still long.”

After seeing Professor Tran off, I stood in front of the manor's gate, watching his car disappear behind the trees. Luc Canh Tham didn't know when he was standing next to me.

“Your teacher is right.”

“What happened?”

“You shouldn't be anyone's attachment.”

He looked out at the lake in the distance.

“But if you need a support, I can do that.”

I turned my head to look at him.