Chapter 12 — Having occupied a Business Seat, I went straight to First Class

“This is not inheritance.”

“This is… usurpation.”

“Some say I destroyed an empire.”

“But I want to ask…”

“a thing built on theft…”

“Does it deserve to exist?”

I pressed the button. My father's video…broadcast globally. The whole world... was silent. No need for me to say more. Because the truth…has spoken for itself. That…is the true day of judgment. On the right... is the version modified countless times by the Manh family, erasing all traces of the original author, retaining only the commercial function... a true "product".

“As everyone can see, more than 95% of the code on the right side... comes from the left side.”

“But all traces of my father… have been erased.”

“This is not optimal.”

“This is… stealing.”

The livestream room exploded. Programmers around the world… are angry. erasing a creator's name... is the cruelest insult.

“I know… there will be people who say this is just a trade dispute.”

“Then… please see the last thing.”

I pressed the button. My father's face… appeared on the global screen. Monologue twenty years ago. Eyes clear and straightforward. Last words…

“let the truth come to light.”

When the video ended… the whole world… was silent. in front of the truth... becomes pitifully weak. I looked into the lens. Say the last sentence.

“I, Khuong Nhien, founder of Sang Khoa Tri Neng.”

“Also Khuong Van Bac's daughter.”

“What I did today…”

“not for revenge.”

“But to take back… what belonged to my father.”

“Including… the truth.”

“And… honor.”

I stood up. The broadcast… ended. But I know… the real storm… has just begun. My phone... rings continuously. Ly Triet's voice could barely contain his excitement.

"We won! Mr. Khuong! We really won!"

“The Supreme Court has just rejected Manh Phi's application to freeze assets!”

“The Ministry of Public Security and the Securities Commission have set up an interdisciplinary investigation team, reopening all of Khai Minh's files for twenty years!”

“Our stock price in the international market is skyrocketing!”

“Public opinion… completely reversed!”

I hung up. Let out a long breath. I walked to the glass door. Looking at Zurich at night. Dad, have you seen it? It's…it's morning. At the same time... at a private hospital in the country. Manh Phi looked at the livestream that had just ended. Face turned white. The PR team and lawyers next door... chaos. The phone rang non-stop. Every call… is bad news. Bank withdraws capital. Shareholders sell off. Partner cancels contract. Everything she built…every trick she was proud of…in the face of the truth…collapsed. She lost. Completely lost.

“No… no…”

She shook her head.

“I haven't lost yet… I can't lose…”

Right at that moment. The ICU door opened. A nurse ran out.

"Miss Manh! It's not okay!"

"Mr. Manh... woke up!"

Manh Phi was startled and turned his head. On the hospital bed. Manh Quoc Dong...opened his eyes. The look was not happy. Only... ashes remain. He slowly spoke to the assistant next to him.

“Send that photo… to her.”

“Tell her…”

“Your father… didn't tell the whole truth.”

A few minutes later. My phone in Zurich rang. An MMS message. An old photo. Two young men. One is my father. Khuong Van Bac. The other person...Manh Quoc Dong. They stood next to each other. Laugh stupidly. Behind...is the old garage. Where "Khai Minh" was born. Below the photo…a line of text.

“Do you think you know the whole story yet?”

“Go to the hospital.”

“Your father's death… remains a secret other."

I immediately booked a return ticket. Twelve hour flight. I don't sleep. Just stare at the photo. And that statement. My father's death…there's another secret. Those six words... were like a heavy hammer, continuously pounding on my nerves. The diagnosis that year... was written very clearly. Excessive labor, heart failure. But now… could it be… there is something else behind? Manh Quoc Dong... what exactly do you want to say? The plane landed. I'm not going home. Nor about the company. I went straight to the hospital where he was lying. In front of the hospital gate... reporters were still packed. As soon as they saw me appear... they immediately went crazy. Ly Triet and the security team were waiting. They built a wall of people... it was difficult for me to get inside.

“Khuong Nhien! Do you still dare to go to the hospital?”

“Did you come to see if Manh Quoc Dong is dead?!”

“Cold-blooded bastard! Killer!"

Curses… I didn't react. Not expressive. Just walk through. The hallway is cold and empty. Manh Phi stood there. But when he saw me... his red eyes immediately flared up with hatred. She rushed forward like a wounded animal.

“Khuong Nhien! This bitch! You still dare to come here?!”

“I will kill you!”

Security immediately stopped it. She struggled and screamed in front of me.

“It's all because of you! You hurt my father! You ruined my family!”

“I won't forgive you! Even if you're a ghost, I won't forgive you!”

I stood still. Wait until she stops screaming. Wait for her to be exhausted. Then speak. Very light voice.

“It was your father… who called me.”

She stopped. Like being strangled by someone.

“You… lie!”

“How can he meet you?!”

“Whether he wants to see me or not… just ask and you'll know.”

I finished speaking. Don't look at her anymore. Go straight towards the ICU room. Manh Phi stood there. His eyes... began to waver. Through the thick glass...I saw Manh Quoc Dong. Tubes stuck all over his body. But he was awake. His eyes... were fixed on me. An assistant stepped out.

“Please come in Ms. Khuong.”