Chapter 11 — I'm an Orphan, So Where Did My Mother Come From?

After hanging up the phone, Aunt Quy asked:

“Is it about the case?”

“Chu Man Man has been detained.”

Aunt Quy breathed a sigh of relief.

“That's good.”

I gave my passport to the check-in counter staff. She checked her visa and then looked at the computer screen.

“Baggage will be delivered directly.”

“Now go to the boarding gate and look at the electronic board.”

Everything is normal. There is no ban on leaving the country. There is no way the school can cancel the admission letter. There is also no such thing as Tuong Hong Mai once threatened:

“You're not going anywhere.”

Leaving the meeting room that day, all those threats were revealed in their true form. It was just that they made a bet at that time. Bet I don't understand the rules. Bet I'd be scared. Bet that I will spend money to buy peace of mind. As soon as I received my boarding pass, my phone vibrated again. I picked up the phone. On the other end of the line, Tuong Hong Mai's voice rang out.

“Tri Nam ah...”

I immediately turned on the recording.

“Tuong Hong Mai.”

“She is currently on bail awaiting trial.”

“If you continue to contact the victim, I will immediately transfer this recording to the investigator in charge of the case.”

Her voice immediately trembled.

“I just want to apologize.”

“If you have anything, tell the police.”

“Don't look for me.”

She suddenly burst into tears.

“I'm this old.”

“If I really had to go to jail, I would die.”

I looked at the flight code on my boarding pass. The voice was strangely calm.

“When she adopted me as her daughter.”

“Have you ever thought about whether I could be pushed to the limit by you?”

The other end of the line immediately went silent. I continued:

“Don't call again in the future.”

Having finished speaking, I hung up the phone. Then forwarded the recording to the police and Khau Hao. Aunt Quy looked at me.

“Is she looking for you again?”

“She was afraid of going to jail.”

Aunt Quy was silent for a few seconds. I put my phone in my pocket.

“Being afraid is a good thing.”

“At least it proves she knew what she was doing.”

Before entering the security check area, Aunt Quy gave me a hug. Letting go of me, she just said: I nodded then turned around and entered the inspection gate. I didn't look back for too long. Because there are still many people queuing behind. Also because I understand clearly. This case is not over yet. But my path cannot stop because of that. Half a year later. The case finally had results. The day Khau Hao sent me the electronic verdict, I was sitting in the library completing a group report. I opened the file and read it. Read from start to finish. Chu Man Man was convicted of: Extortion, extortion of property. Infringing on citizens' personal information. Forging seals and related documents. Many acts are merged into one case for trial. Total sentence: Seven years and two months in prison. Tuong Hong Mai is an accomplice. Because he had returned money to two previous victims and there were many extenuating circumstances, he was sentenced to: Three years in prison, suspended for four years. Because her husband participated in contacting me and assisted in transferring part of the documents, he was administratively sanctioned. Khai Do Du Hoc's Trieu Duong street branch was also sanctioned. At the same time, operations were suspended for three months for rectification. Thieu Minh Vien called me once. The company has upgraded its entire security system, he said. All sensitive documents are encrypted. To download, two people must approve it. He also said: The head office has reviewed all the customers that Chu Man Man used to work for blame. Also confirmed that the compensation has been transferred to my account as agreed. I only answered one question correctly: After that, I didn't say anything more. Some time later, a girl who had interned at Khai Do Du Hoc proactively contacted me. She texted:

“Miss Tri Nam.”

“Actually, in the past, Chu Man Man often received customers' private envelopes.”

“She also intentionally inflated financial proof requirements to force customers to buy cooperative investment packages.”

"This time, it's just that greed is too great that's why I fall so hard."

I finished reading the message. Just answer in four words:

“Retain evidence.”

As for what happens to Khai Do in the future. I don't care anymore. Service fee has been refunded. I also received compensation. All documents from the police and court are complete. The amount of 1,800,000 yuan is still in my account. It is then divided into several installments to pay tuition and living expenses. I no longer keep all my money in a single financial document. It is also not easy to hand over original documents to any organization like before. Someone once asked me:

“Were you really not afraid back then?”

“So why did you still dare to call the police on the spot?”

I thought for a moment then answered:

“Because even if you're scared, you have to call the police.”

“How my parents died is clear and transparent.”

“Where my money comes from is also clear and transparent.”

“If they dare to throw dirty water on me.”

“Then I dare to spread all the evidence to light.”

The other person did not ask any more questions. Then, I separately saved the scanned copy of the fake petition in a separate folder. The folder name is:

“The Case of the Fake Mother.”

Done it all. I turned off the computer. Put your backpack on your shoulder. Leave the library to go to class. Outside the glass window, the afternoon sun is falling on the trees. And in front of me. There is still a vast future quietly waiting.