Chapter 4 — Mom's Perfect Cousin

"Okay! Let's all stop talking a few words!" "Why are you arguing? Do you mind?" Last voice message. It was his younger brother's desperate denunciation. “Sister, have you heard?” “This is the house after you left.” “Mom is crazy.” “Because of an outsider, my mother treated me this way.” “I can't stand it anymore.” “Please go home, I really can't stand it anymore.” “In this house, only I consider you human.” 06 The fire and smoke from the shirt incident has not yet dissipated. A larger storm has begun to form. The center is my father. He is a project leader of a company. Recently worked with a very important client. That project was related to his year-long achievements. It is also related to whether he can be promoted at the end of the year or not. Contracts and related documents. Filled his office. Previously, his office was a restricted area in the house. Besides me, no one is allowed to enter at will. Because only I know which documents are urgent and which documents need to be archived. Every day I help him arrange things carefully. Important documents are placed at the top. So you can see right away. Now I'm gone. Hieu Van becomes the new "female owner". The day before my dad called me at midnight. After returning home, he discovered that his office had been "completely renovated". All documents are neatly arranged on the bookshelf. Sort by color and size. Looks extremely beautiful. At that time, my father was still stunned. Mom immediately went to compete for credit. “You see, how talented Hieu Van is.” “I knew you were busy, so I specially helped you clean up your office.” “It looks much neater now, right?” “Much better than your lazy daughter.” Dad didn't say anything. Perhaps his face began to change from that moment. He rushed into the office. Start searching frantically. “Where is my contract!” "Blue cover! Contract for the project in the west of the city!" “It has to be stamped tomorrow!” “Where did you put it!” For the first time, panic appeared in his voice. Mom was also scared. “Isn't… isn't it in the bookshelf?” She pulled Hieu Van over. “Hieu Van, tell me quickly, where did you put the contract?” Hieu Van's face turned white. “I… I don't know which copy is the contract…” “I saw it was too messy on the table so I… put it all away.” “It looks like you put it in… a yellow folder?” “That's not right… it seems to be the red book…” It was like a headless fly. Just harrow in front of the bookshelf. Pull out the neatly arranged documents one by one. Thrown all over the ground. The office becomes ten times more messy than it was before it was cleaned up. The younger brother stood at the door, rejoicing at someone else's misfortune. Cold look. “Deserve it.” The blue veins on Dad's forehead appeared. He pointed to Hieu Van. The hand trembled and did not form. “Who gave you permission to touch my things!” “Who gave you that courage!” Hieu Van let out a loud cry and cried. Hide behind mom. “Uncle… I just wanted to help…” “I didn't know things would turn out like this…” “Help? I think you just screwed up!” It was the first time my father got so angry at a woman other than my mother. Mother's protection mode is activated again. “What are you shouting at!” "Hieu Van is still just a child! What does he know!" "He has a good heart, if you don't appreciate it, just scold him!" "Isn't it just a torn contract? Just search a little longer!" “Is there a need to get so angry!” “Torried contract?” Dad was so angry that he burst out laughing. “Truong Tu Mai, do you know how much that contract is worth?” “Five million!” “If it cannot be delivered tomorrow, the project will fail!” “My efforts this year will be in vain!” “You sound so gentle!” They searched all night. Search everywhere possible in the house. But no doubt, still not found. The contract is worth five million. Just like that, it disappeared from thin air. Three o'clock in the morning. Dad sat in the chaotic living room. Light a cigarette. My hands were shaking so much that I couldn't even strike the lighter. In the end, his younger brother, with an expressionless face, took the lighter to help him light the cigarette. He took a sharp breath. In the mist. Grandfather

pick up the phone. Found my number. The phone number he hadn't called for nearly a week. Then press the call button. That's why the desperate phone call I received. “Go home quickly.” “This house is no longer livable.” 07 I didn't immediately agree. Facing the extremely tired father on the other end of the line. I asked a question very calmly. “Dad, what happened in the house?” I was like a completely clueless outsider. A daughter just learned that there was a "little trouble" at home. The voice carried just the right amount of concern. Dad choked on the other end. It seemed he didn't expect me to react like that. Perhaps he thinks so. I will be the same as before. Just something happens at home. No matter where I am or what I'm doing. I will immediately drop everything and rush to solve the problem. “Contract… no contract found.” He had difficulty opening his mouth.