Chapter 17 — Hua Tri Ha's Return

“She wanted to show everyone, she had to kneel and I still refused to let her go.”
Lam Duong's face turned white. I squatted down and looked straight into her watery eyes.
“Lam Duong, when you open your mouth, you claim to be a normal girl.”
“But what normal girl would brazenly accept the house her boss bought for her?”
“What normal girl would steal her boss's wife's year-end bonus?”
“And what normal girl would use her sick parents as a shield, time and time again stuffing other people's money into her pocket?”
She cried and choked: "I have no choice..." I asked back: "Did someone put a knife to your neck and force you to take money?" She was speechless and could not answer. I continued asking: "Did someone put a gun to your head and force you to move into that apartment?" She bit her lip so hard it bled. I cornered her: "And did anyone force you to open a livestream and post a photo taken on the day I lost my child online to make fun of you?!" The entire space fell into absolute silence. Tears on Lam Duong's face stopped falling within a second. Ha Canh Xuyen turned around and stared at her.
“The photo of me having a miscarriage… was it spread by her?”
Lam Duong panicked and waved his hand to deny the push.
“No, I don't know, I just…”
Duong Nha secretly took half a step back. I immediately turned my gaze to Duong Nha.
“If you don't open your mouth, she'll blame it all on you.”
Duong Nha's face was pale as if buried in mud.
“Lam Duong, you encouraged me to post it!”
Lam Duong squealed loudly: "You're lying!" Duong Nha was so angry that she was shaking:
"You persuaded me that if you just spread the photo, Hua Tri Ha would be sacrificed alive by the online community, and boss Ha would pity you."
“You also said… the baby is dead anyway, so what's the point of using it for a little bit!”
The crowd simultaneously took a deep breath of cold air. The blood on Ha Canh Xuyen's face drained cleanly. He glared at Lam Duong.
“You said such words?”
Lam Duong shook his head like a crazy person.
"I don't, Mr. Canh Xuyen, don't believe her!"
I leisurely took out my phone and opened a recording file. Duong Nha's voice rang out first:
"Is it cruel to post this photo? She just had a miscarriage."
Next was Lam Duong's voice, soft as air:
“Where is evil?”
"She dared to beat me in front of everyone, why can't I show everyone her sharp face?"
"The baby didn't die because I pushed it down."
The recording ends. Lam Duong sat limply on the ground, his face as white as paper. Duong Nha was also stunned and opened her mouth.
“You secretly recorded me?”
I calmly replied: "You have the right to record me, but I don't have the right to record you?" The surrounding crowd was now extremely angry.
"Bringing up the story of someone else's miscarriage to gain fame and sell it miserably? So nauseating!"
"Even though I'm a freeloader, my mind is still as poisonous as a snake."
"Is Boss Ha blind or what, because of this word, he would abandon his poor wife?"
Lam Duong panicked and looked towards Ha Canh Xuyen.
"Mr. Canh Xuyen, I'm just... I'm too scared."
“I'm afraid you don't need me anymore.”
Ha Canh Xuyen took a step back, staying away as if avoiding evil. Lam Duong's arm dangled in mid-air, falling into a hopeless void. I slowly stood up straight.
“Lam Duong, th
The 3-day deadline is now only 6 hours left.”
“Pay the money, publicly apologize, clean the trash out of the apartment.”
“If one thing is missing, I will post the debt confirmation and all documents online.”
Lam Duong cried hysterically: "You are trying to force me to death!" I looked at her coldly:
“No.”
“I'm just forcing you to vomit all the things you dare to swallow that aren't yours.”
Ha Canh Xuyen suddenly said hoarsely:
“I pay.”
I turned to look at him.