Chapter 8 — I rely on the sound of my heart to lie down and win

10

“Father lied to me.”

Pho Tri Du looked at Pho Kinh Han. The voice was very small, but it was even more annoying than crying. Pho Kinh Han stood motionless, as if he was nailed to the spot.

“Tri Data.”

Deputy Tri Du took a step back.

“Dad always knew that mom didn't die because of you.”

“So why didn't you tell me?”

Pho Kinh Han's throat moved.

“I don't know the whole truth.”

“But I know it wasn't you who killed me.”

Tears fell from Pho Tri Du's eyes.

“I know.”

“But dad didn't say it.”

I stepped forward to block the boy's face.

“Leave here first.”

【Can the Asura field between father and child be changed to a safer place? Hospitals, cameras, bodyguards, and murderers are all there, the only thing missing is the audience buying tickets.】 Pho Kinh Han finally recovered. He picked up Pho Tri Du and held my wrist.

“Go.”

But as soon as we left the hospital room, the alarm bell suddenly rang. At the end of the hallway, several people in black clothes rushed out. Pho Hoai Son's people. Pho Kinh Han stuffed Pho Tri Du for me.

“Take me away.”

I scolded him.

“What about you?”

“Stay and stop them.”

【Stop my grandfather! Do you think you're acting in a movie? If you die, it is true that the inheritance process will be initiated, but I am not yet ready to be a widow!】 Fu Jinghan's movements stopped. He looked at me. That look was very short. But it made my heart feel like something had hit me hard. He said:

“Lam Ha, trust me once.”

I gritted my teeth, hugged Pho Tri Du and ran towards the emergency stairs. Pho Tri Du cried and struggled.

“Father!”

I hugged it tightly.

“Don't turn around.”

【Even though father and son are hateful, they probably won't have such a short life.】 The sound of fighting was heard from behind. The emergency exit door closed with a "bang". Pho Tri Du buried his face in my shoulder, his whole body trembling.

“Mom, did I hurt dad again?”

I stopped walking. The light in the stairwell was white. I lifted its face.

“Listen carefully.”

“I did not harm anyone.”

“Your mother was not harmed by you.”

"Your father was injured and it wasn't because of you."

“If bad people do bad things, it's the bad person's fault.”

Deputy Tri Du looked at me blankly. I lowered my voice.

“Don't take other people's sins on yourself.”

【Children should eat candy, play games, and trick their father into buying toys. What kind of debt do you have to bear? It's so heavy.】 Pho Tri Du finally burst into tears. I embrace it. Just cry. After crying, you won't need to be afraid anymore. The phone vibrates. This is the position Pho Kinh Han sent to. Accompanied by three words.

“To the old house.”

I was stunned. Old house? Everyone in the Pho family believes that important evidence is in Tham Vi's hands and at the hospital. But Pho Kinh Han told us to go to the old house. I suddenly remembered the will that Mrs. Pho once mentioned. If she really felt that death would not save her that year, why did she still dare to use her will to threaten Pho Kinh Han? Unless that will hides another truth. One truth is enough to reverse everything. I pulled Pho Tri Du up.

“Go.”

“Where to?”

“Search the house.”

【Search your grandfather's house.】 Pho Tri Du's crying immediately stopped.

“Mom is so cool.”

11

“My lady, you cannot come in.”

Outside the old house street, two servants stopped me. I pulled Pho Tri Du forward.

“The young master wants to worship his ancestors.”

Deputy Tri Du cooperates very quickly. The boy's face was cold.

“Get out of the way.”

The servant hesitated. In my heart I silently applauded. 【As expected of a player who owns eighty million lucky money. The kindergarten of a domineering president has begun to take shape.】 Pho Tri Du's ears turned red and his face became even more tense. In the cold hallway, the walls are full of portraits of the Pho family's ancestors. I followed the suggestion Pho Kinh Han sent me and found the tablet second from the left in the third row. Deputy Tri Du asked in a low voice:

“Mom, are the ancestors angry?”

“No.”

【If they knew that their descendants were this virtuous, the coffin board would have been unable to hold it down.】 I turned the base of the tablet. Behind the wall, the sound of machinery moving could be heard. A secret compartment opens. Inside is not a will. It's an old video camera, some diaries and a newborn baby's anklet. Name engraved on the anklet. Deputy Tri Ha. My heart was shocked. Tri Ha. Is a little girl. Deputy Tri Du also saw it.

“Is this your sister?”

I opened the diary. It was written by Pho Kinh Han's former wife. She soon discovered that the car had problems, and also knew that in the Pho family, there was someone who wanted to keep the son and abandon the daughter. On the day she gave birth, she bribed the nurse and took her daughter away. On the day of the car accident, the person who died was not the newly born daughter. The child is still alive. Just hidden. But the truth about Old Lady Pho's death and not being able to save her was not because she wanted to leave her mother and keep her son. At that time, she received a clue about the baby girl being transferred. If you report to the police, Pho Hoai Son will immediately kill that child. She could only pretend not to know and be patient for seven years. My fingertips are numb. 【Is it possible to reverse it like that? The old lady is not completely bad, but she is patient to prepare a big move?】 Pho Tri Du said in bewilderment:

“I have a younger sister.”

The door from the street was suddenly pushed open. Mrs. Fu sat in a wheelchair and was pushed in. Seeing the diary in my hand, her eye sockets immediately turned red.

“You have found it.”

I vigilantly blocked Pho Tri Du behind me.

“What do you want to do?”

The old lady looked at Pho Tri Du.

“Protect you.”

Her voice was hoarse.

“Hoai Son always thought that child was dead.”

"Tham Vi knew part of it, that's why she dared to threaten me."

“I can only kick you out first.”

“Because if you stay at the Pho family, he will kill you.”

I don't completely believe it. 【The credibility of the rich old lady's words is equivalent to a price gouging game on a shopping app.】 The old lady was stunned. She didn't hear it. But Pho Tri Du heard it and the corner of his mouth twitched. Old lady Fu took out a key from her lap.

“The child at the Van Thanh orphanage was renamed Ha Ha.”

My head is pounding. Ha Ha? What about me? No way. I grew up in an orphanage since I was young. My name is Lam Ha. The director said that when I was brought in, my leg had wounds and my old anklet was missing. Pho Tri Du also thought about it. The boy slowly raised his head to look at me.

“Mom…”

Outside the street suddenly came the sound of a car braking suddenly. Pho Hoai Son led people to rush in. He saw the anklet in my hand and his face became fierce.

“So it's here.”

“Lam Ha, hand over the things.”

The deputy old lady stood in front of us.

“Hoai Son, stop.”

Pho Hoai Son laughed cold.

“Stop?”

“I have been patient for seven years, on what basis do you tell me to stop?”

He looked at me, his eyes like a poisonous snake.

“No wonder Pho Kinh Han married you.”

“It turns out he had already investigated that she might be that child.”

The blood in my body is cold. Pho Kinh Han didn't marry me because of a commercial marriage? But because you suspect I am your lost daughter? Wait. So I become your wife again? 【Save lives! What kind of moral bomb is this?] Pho Tri Du's face also turned pale.

“So is she your sister or your mother?”

Outside the door came Pho Kinh Han's cold voice.

“Not at all.”

He led the police in.

“The DNA test results are in.”

“Lam Ha is not Tri Ha.”

I just breathed a sigh of relief. Pho Kinh Han's next sentence caused the whole room to explode.

“But she is the biological daughter who was swapped by the Tham family that year.”