Chapter 10 — I Don't Need This Family Anymore

“I want to see you…”

“And your kind mother-in-law…”

“Bite each other for money.”

"Luu Ngoc Tran thought that forcing a divorce would keep her six million."

“She never thought…”

“Tu Ve Quoc secretly transferred money to your son.”

“I thought if I could hold seventy thousand, I would win.”

“I also didn't expect…”

“That amount of money…”

“It will become a knife that stabs you back.”

“The court will use it… to end all your plans.”

“It's your turn, sister-in-law.”

“Give the money back… as if nothing happened.”

“Or hug it tightly…”

“Then wait for the lawsuit, wait for the court…”

“Waiting for your husband to be forced to execute…”

“Even listed as discredited.”

“Choose carefully.”

I hung up. Don't give her another second to think. Lean back against the car seat. Look out. Let out a long breath. Inside... it's strangely light. No need to do anything. Just one piece of information. Enough to destroy the so-called "family alliance". Self-doubt. Because I know... They are all selfish. But something built on selfishness... is never stable. I started the car. Prepare to go home. The phone screen lights up. A strange message. There is only one photo. My motel room door. Splashed with red paint. Red like blood. Flowing down in streaks. In the middle… write four white words.

“Lack of debt to pay.”

19 Checkout Look at the photo. My heart fell straight to the bottom. Like clotted blood. Hanging on the old door. Those four words... Like claws. Full of intimidation. My first reaction… It's not the Tu family. They only know how to cause trouble at home. Hypocrite. But I don't have the guts to play like this. My mind spins quickly. A name… emerged. Several years ago. He used to be addicted to online gambling. There is still a lot of debt. Luu Ngoc Tran cried. Forcing me and Tu Ve Quoc to scrape all the money. Just paid. After that… he was quiet. Relapse again? I immediately turned around. Run back to the motel room. Notebook. It's all... still there. I have to go home. The car sped away into the night. My heart also pounded. Close to the boarding house. I saw… Several silhouettes of people. Loitering around the house. Leading the way was a bald man, wearing a large gold necklace. Under the streetlights, a blinding light flashed, making people uncomfortable. I didn't recklessly drive in, but stopped at a dark corner across the street and calmly called 110.

"Hello comrade, I live in XX area, my door has been painted over, downstairs there are a few suspicious people loitering, I suspect they have bad intentions."

The other end of the line asked carefully about the address and the situation at the scene. The steady voice made me gradually calm down. Hanging up, I sat still in the car, my eyes never leaving the other side. Not long after, a police car silently slid into the boarding house, like a blade cutting through the tense atmosphere. Seeing the police, the group of people immediately became confused and turned around to run away, but it was too late. The police quickly got out of the car, with neat movements, controlling all of them on the spot. At this point, I opened the car door and walked across the street.

“Comrade, I am the one reporting the crime.”

A young policeman looked at me, nodded, then turned to the bald guy pressed against the wall.

“Say, who sent you?”

At first, his mouth was stiff, but under the police's stern shout, he immediately softened.

"It's... it's Mr. Duong, Tu Duong, told us to come."

"He owes us three hundred thousand, he promised to pay it today, but when he called, he said the money was ruined by his sister."

“He gave me this address and said his sister had it money, tell us to come claim it.”

"And that said... do whatever you want, as long as you get your money back."

Of course it's him. The last bit of hope in me... disappeared completely. Not only did Tu Duong relapse and pile up debt, but he also pushed me out as a shield, and even brought along a group of desperate people to deal with his own sister. So cruel that there's nothing left to say.

“He even gave her phone number and place of work.”

The bald guy quickly confessed, as if wanting to atone for his mistake.

"He said you just sold your house and have at least one million in hand."

"I told you to be soft-hearted, just threaten me a little and I'll give you the money."

“Soft-hearted?”

When I heard those three words, I just found them funny. In their eyes, I will forever be something that can be crushed at will. The police finished recording their statements and led all the people away. Before leaving, the young police officer turned back to talk to me.

"You pay attention to safety, it's possible they have accomplices."

“Thank you, I understand.”

I watched the police car leave, then walked upstairs step by step.