Chapter 19 — My grandmother tore up my admission notice, and tore up my status as a Thien Kim Hao Mon

She looked at my mother. My mother stood up straight. The corners of the eyes are red. But never backed down. The old lady bowed her head. Right in front of everyone. Mr. Co declared:

“From today.”

“All foreign affairs work in her name will be completely cut off.”

The late lady sat down in her chair. No one stepped forward to help. I looked at her.

“When you watch someone else lose a child.”

“You feel very happy, right?”

Her lips trembled. But couldn't utter any words. When the party ends. My mother gently held my hand. I don't avoid it anymore. Because I know. The woman standing next to me right now... Has been waiting for eighteen years to find her daughter again. After returning to the Tham family, Mr. Tham officially gave me half of the management of the charity fund.

“I'm still in school.”

Mr. Tham smiled:

"That's why Uncle Tan is here to help you."

The day Tham Duyet came to find me, she had already moved out of her second uncle's house. She wears very simple clothes. There was no longer the same arrogant look on his face as before.

“I want to change schools.”

I looked at her.

“Why do you have to tell me?”

Tham Duyet bowed his head.

“I owe you an apology.”

I didn't speak up. She took a deep breath.

“Before, I was always afraid of her coming back.”

“I'm afraid everyone won't need me anymore.”

“Second aunt said that as long as you leave, I will still be the only daughter of the Tham family.”

“I believed.”

I calmly replied:

“You believe it because you want it too.”

Tham Duyet nodded slightly. I looked at her.

“So I won't forgive you.”

Her eyes immediately turned red. I continue:

“But later…”

“Stop being a knife in someone else's hand.”

Tham Duyet wiped her tears.

"...I got it."

The day he left the Tham family. My mother gave her a bank card. Tham Duyet did not accept it.

“I want to try it myself.”

My mother burst into tears. I stand on the second floor. Don't go down to see off. Because not everyone deserves forgiveness. Not every mistake can be erased with just an apology. The downfall of second uncle and second aunt lasted a long time. Mr. Tham did not push them into a corner. But he stripped his second uncle of all management rights. The gatherings of the ladies are what the second aunt loves the most. Since then, no one invited her anymore. She once went to the old villa to make a fuss.

“Minh Thanh has contributed to the Tham family for many years!”

“How can you be so biased?”

Mr. Tham instructed someone to bring out the family records.

“These past years.”

“How much did you take away?”

“Read it yourself.”

Second aunt looked at the numbers in the book. His face gradually turned white. Relatives were all present. She couldn't cry anymore. The second uncle stood outside the door. Didn't say a word to help her. The second aunt turned and shouted:

“What do you say?”

The second uncle coldly replied:

“If you weren't so hasty.”

“It didn't turn out like this.”

The second aunt was completely devastated.

“Now you blame me?”

“Who said that year to stop looking for the baby?”

"Who says you can't let the eldest brother's family have an advantage?"

Those words. Everyone heard clearly. Second uncle's last bit of dignity also disappeared. Mr. Tham closed his eyes.

“Take them away.”

The second uncle still wanted to beg. But my father only said one sentence:

“I know she's alive.”

“But my sister-in-law and I searched for eighteen hours year."

The second uncle bowed his head. Don't say another word. The Lam family is no better. After Trieu Lan handed over all savings books, letters and call records. She returned to town to sell breakfast. Because of what happened that year, my grandmother was pointed behind her back by people in town. Lam Kien Quoc once wanted to take advantage of his upbringing to go to the media and cry about his suffering. The reporter asked him:

“Why did you beat the valedictorian of the whole province?”

He couldn't answer. People asked again:

“Have you ever received money from the Tham family?”

He immediately turned around and left. After that video went viral. Not many people come to his breakfast restaurant anymore. He once came to Kinh Thi to meet me. Right in front of the university gate. He blocked my way.

“Nem Niem…”

“Dad can't live anymore.”

I looked at him.

“You're looking for the wrong person.”

He lowered his voice.

“Dad raised me.”

I calmly replied:

“You also locked me up.”

Many students around stopped to look. He lost face. Starting to get angry again.

“Do you really want to be so in love?”

“Now you turn away.”

“At least I can still save some face.”

Luong Am walked over and stood next to me.

“Do you need me to call security?”

Seeing more and more people gathering. Lam Kien Quoc finally left. Trieu Lan never came to find me again. She only sent Mr. Tran a letter. In the letter it was written:

“Let Tri Ha live well.”

“Don't turn around anymore.”

I finished reading. Quietly put the letter in the box. No forgiveness. But don't continue to hate to the point of tying yourself up in the past. Four years later. I graduated with top results in my major. During those four years. The Tham family's charity fund has supported a total of three thousand two hundred students. I'm not taking over the entire family business. Instead. I started my own community education company. First year only. Received a project worth 18,000,000 yuan. During the press conference. Mr. Tham looked at me and smiled.

“My niece.”

“Going further than I ever thought.”

The applause lasted for a long time. My mother sat in the front row. Crying just like the first day I met you again. My dad gave her a tissue. Teacher Tran was also present. Luong Am became my partner. After the press conference. A reporter asked:

“How do you view people who have hurt you?”

I thought for a moment. Then answer:

“They don't matter anymore.”

The reporter asked again:

“Do you really no longer hate me?”

I laughed.

“People cannot forever stand in front of the door of the old room.”

“The door is open.”

“Then we have to move on.”

That evening. My mother gave me a new fountain pen.

“This is the gift your grandfather once prepared for you.”

I take it. Four words are engraved on the pen body. Tri Ha Binh An. I gently put it in my bag. Outside, someone called out: Luong Am was waving the car keys.

“I still have to go sign the contract tomorrow!”

“Are you going?”

I turned my head to look back at the bright lights of the Tham family. My mother smiled. I nodded.

“I'm leaving.”

Her tears fell again. But this time she was smiling. I sat in the car. The phone suddenly showed up with a strange message.

“Lam Niem, sorry.”

No sender name. I looked for a few seconds. Then delete it. Luong Am asked curiously: I looked at the light extending outside the glass window. Smiling softly.

“You don't familiar."

The car drove into the night. I gently squeezed the pen in my hand. Suddenly I remembered the old room I locked myself in in my previous life. But this time. That door has been open for a long time. As for the people who locked me in there... I don't remember anymore.