Chapter 13 — I Tear Up The Script They Wrote For My Life

It wasn't until five minutes later that he sent again.

“You are not like my imagination.”

"Chu Minh once described her as stupid and weak, unable to live without men."

“He doesn't understand you very well either.”

“Because I didn't teach well enough.”

He admitted it. He admitted that he was Chu Minh's "teacher".

“It's just making use of waste.”

I answered very gently.

“Anyway, trash has the useful value of trash.”

Every sentence I say... I'm trampling on his "work". It's also trampling him.

“You're really brave.”

He attached a smiling emoji.

“It's starting to interest me.”

“But I'm not interested in you.”

I replied coldly.

“If you just want to say these nonsense, I'll block you.”

“Don't rush.”

He immediately texted back.

“How about we make a deal?”

“In my hand I have what you want.”

“The complete chain of evidence shows that my mother — Lieu Ngoc Phan — planned to kill your father that year.”

“Including recording calls between her and the driver who caused the accident.”

“With the entire history of transferring money to foreign accounts.”

My heart suddenly trembled. He actually has those things! What does he want to do in the end? Selling out your own mother?

"Condition?"

“Very simple.”

“I want you…”

"The body is ruined and the name is ruined."

“I want you to give up all your inheritance and leave empty-handed.”

“Kneel before me and beg me to forgive you.”

Every line is filled with venom and madness.

“Based on what do you think I will agree?”

“Based on this.”

He sent a video. The video is very short. Only about ten seconds. The scene is a dark basement. My mother was tied to a chair, her mouth sealed with tape. His face was full of tears and fear. The sound behind him echoed Tan Hao's cold, sick voice.

“Hua Dien…”

“You look.”

“Your mother is in my hands now.”

“She misses you so much.”

“Give me a day to think.”

“Tomorrow night at eight o'clock…”

“To the abandoned factory west of the city.”

"Alone."

“Bring all property transfer papers.”

“Don't play tricks.”

“Don't call the police either.”

“If not…”

“I can't guarantee that tomorrow you'll still be able to meet a mother… intact.”

The video ends. My hands are cold. This crazy guy! He actually dared to kidnap his own aunt! Incorrect. The person he kidnapped... Was to force me to bow my head. But why? Obviously he is keeping evidence of his mother's crimes. Why not directly hand it over to the police... But instead use it to threaten me? What he wants is not money. It's not just revenge. It's a sense of ritual. The feeling of personally pushing me into the abyss, watching me kneel down and beg him. A kind of twisted, perverted pleasure. He wanted me and my mother... To slaughter each other. I immediately forwarded the video to Truong Chan and Tuong Anh. Their phones rang almost at the same time.

“Hua Dien, don't get excited!”

Truong Chan's voice was extremely urgent.

"This is kidnapping! We can leave the country immediately!"

"Impossible!"

I immediately stopped it.

“Tin Hao is crazy.”

“We can't stimulate him!”

"My mother is in his hands, I don't dare take any risks."

“So what are you going to do?”

Tuong Anh asked. I said calmly.

“I will go see him.”

“Are you crazy?!”

The two of them were almost in unison.

“I'm not crazy.”

My voice was terrifyingly calm.

“This is the only chance.”

“The only chance to make him plead guilty himself, so that the law can truly drag him down.”

“Forgot?”

“Isn't he interested in being a director?”

“Then I will be his heroine.”

“Perform this play…”

“To the final climax.”

“But I need everyone to cooperate with me.”

I told them the entire plan in my head, not leaving out any details. The other end of the line fell silent for a long time. Finally, Tuong Anh spoke up.

“We will come with you…”

“Finish this play.”

The night was as thick as ink. The abandoned factory west of the city looks like a giant monster waiting in the dark. I drove there alone. Do exactly as Tan Hao requested. Bring all property transfer papers. Fingerprinted. Looks extremely sincere. Of course... All those documents were fake and prepared by Tuong Anh. The real original has been kept in a safe place for a long time. I got out of the car. The factory's iron gate made a heavy "creaking" sound and then slowly opened from the inside. Tan Hao stood at the door. Compared to high school... He is much taller and thinner. Wearing a black hoodie. The hood covers most of the face. Only his dark eyes were revealed, flashing with crazy light.

“You're here.”

His voice was hoarse and dry.

“More punctual than I thought.”

“Where is my mother?”