Chapter 17 — Husband Takes Tieu Tam to Duc, I Immediately Lock 2.9 Million Yuan of Joint Account

When I hung up, Ha Vy was so angry that she just wanted to smash the phone.

“Does he still have the face to threaten you?”

I put the fake medical examination report into the evidence bag. Calmly replied:

“Of course I do.”

"People who don't know shame... the most indispensable thing is face."

The person in charge of the notary office assisted me in making a scene report. It clearly states: The person in whose name the file is named, I was present in person and denied authorization. The source of the documents provided by the representative shows signs of abnormality. The notarization procedure has been cancelled. All records have been photographed and sealed. That certificate... Is worth more than a hundred sentences of explanation from me. I immediately sent it to lawyer Tran. Very soon, he called back.

“Miss Trinh.”

“The situation is probably more complicated than we expected.”

“That private psychological treatment center cooperates with Hang Due Consulting.”

“Employees participating in high-pressure projects are often scheduled for periodic psychological assessments.”

“Can you check the doctor's signature?”

“Investigating.”

“One more thing.”

“Tham Nghien Chu has just added documents to the court.”

“It contains an explanation of your mental state.”

"At the same time, request to temporarily limit the right to personally handle large assets."

After hearing this, Ha Vy was so angry that she burst into flames.

“Based on what?”

Lawyer Tran's voice was still very calm.

“Based on a whole set of prepared fake documents.”

“So we have to completely destroy that source of evidence.”

I looked out the window. On the glass of the notary office, my face is reflected. No tears. There is also no collapse. There was only cold alertness. Tham Nghien Chu wants me to go crazy. But I have to be more alert than anyone. I told lawyer Tran:

“Investigate that treatment center.”

“Check report code.”

“Retrieve the camera on the date of filing.”

“And I want to do an official psychiatric evaluation.”

Ha Vy immediately squeezed my hand.

“You don't have to prove you're normal for them.”

I gently held her hand back.

“Not to prove it to them.”

“It's about silencing the courts and public opinion.”

“They were pointing knives at me.”

“I can't just stand there and say I haven't bled yet.”

Lawyer Tran replied:

“I will arrange it.”

“Tomorrow morning, the earliest batch.”

Leave the notary office. I don't return home. But go with Ha Vy to her house. That house is no longer considered safe. Door lock needs to be replaced. Camera needs new installation. The safe must also be reset. More importantly... I don't want to continue sleeping in the bed that Tham Nghien Chu used to sleep in. That night. Online curses continue to spread. Although Hang Due Consulting has hidden the post. But the screenshots were spread everywhere. Someone dug up my work photos. Someone fabricated that I controlled all my husband's social relationships. Some people even say that I can live happily thanks to Tham Nghien Chu. Wherever Ha Vy read, she was scolded. Silently took screenshots of each song one by one. She looked heartbroken.

“Don't watch anymore.”

I shook my head.

“Must see.”

“The stones they threw at me today…”

“In the future, everything can become a step for me to climb.”

One o'clock in the morning. Lawyer Tran sent a preliminary investigation. Two weeks ago. That psychological treatment center actually created an assessment report in my name. The registered phone number belongs to Ma Ngoc Cam. The person accompanying is Duong Man. In the signature confirmation section... It's still a fake signature with the name Trinh Tri Ha. Look at those words. I suddenly remembered the red mole on Duong Man's wrist in the video. She wears my clothes. Imitate my signature. Sitting in my study room filming fake videos. Then he went with Ma Ngoc Cam to do a fake psychological evaluation. Tham Nghien Chu is in charge of blocking the money. Cao Minh Thanh is in charge of quelling public opinion. Duong Man was in charge of making fake documents. Ma Ngoc Cam is in charge of playing the role of the mother-in-law, crying and causing pressure. Tham Duyet was in charge of stealing files from my house. Each person has a mission. As clear as a pre-woven net. The scariest thing with a net. It's about revealing clues. The next morning. I went to the official hospital for an assessment. The doctor asked in great detail. I honestly recounted everything I had recently experienced. Two hours later. Preliminary conclusions are drawn. Mental stability. Clear logical thinking. Full capacity for civil acts. The doctor closed the file.

“Miss Trinh.”

“From a professional perspective.”

“You are very tired right now.”

“But you are completely undisturbed.”

I smiled slightly.

“Thank you, doctor.”

I really needed to hear that. When stepping out of the hospital. Lawyer Tran was waiting at the door. He brought new news.

“The doctor who signed on the report has been contacted.”

“He said that report was not made by him.”

“Two weeks ago his system account was logged in by someone else.”

“Who logged in?”

Lawyer Tran gave me a log-in receipt. The access address is clearly displayed. Intranet of Hang Due Consulting. Login time: 10:13 p.m. That night. Tham Nghien Chu said that the company worked overtime. Also that night. Duong Man posted a post to his friends circle. Pictured is a cup of coffee. On the rear glass panel. Clearly reflects the nameplate of Cao Minh Thanh's office. I put the photo and the login record side by side. Ha Vy smiled coldly.

“This time they can't escape anymore.”

I was about to answer. The phone suddenly received a new email. The sender is an anonymous address. The title is only four words. Don't investigate anymore. I opened the email. Inside is a photo. Photo of my parents' graves. In front of the tombstone is a bouquet of white flowers. Below is a line of text.

“Trinh Tri Ha.”

“Money lost can still be earned back.”

“But there are things…”

“Once broken, it can never be put back together again.”