Chapter 3 — My grandmother tore up my admission notice, and tore up my status as a Thien Kim Hao Mon

Teacher Tran quickly stopped him.

“If you guys continue to cause trouble, I will call the principal.”

Dad tried to suppress his anger.

“Lam Niem, follow dad home.”

“I'm not coming back.”

“Don't regret it.”

I looked at him.

“In my previous life, I regretted it once.”

“Not this time.”

There was a flash of panic in Dad's eyes.

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

I don't answer. At that moment, the principal walked in. After hearing the whole story, he immediately called the district's admissions office.

“Our school has a student who is the valedictorian of the entire province and is being prevented from enrolling by his family.”

“We need support.”

Grandma rushed forward to hang up the phone.

“Don't call!”

The principal pushed her away.

“Mrs. Hua, do you know what you are doing?”

Grandma cried and screamed:

“If it comes to Kinh Thi, someone will find it!”

I immediately asked: Grandma closed her mouth tightly. The principal looked at her.

“The Tham family?”

Mom suddenly knelt down.

“Don't ask anymore... please don't ask anymore…”

I squatted down in front of her.

“Who are you anyway?”

Mom covered her face.

“You are my daughter.”

Dad suddenly laughed coldly.

“Do you also have the right to say that?”

I turned to look at him.

“Dad, have you known for a long time that I am not your biological son?”

He did not answer. Grandma said angrily:

"He grew up eating meals from the Lam family. Of course he is from the Lam family."

“If you are a member of the Lam family, why can't you go to college?”

Grandmother replied:

“Because once he goes to college... that family member will see him.”

“What if you see it?”

Grandma's lips trembled slightly. But I couldn't say anything yet. Dad interrupted: The principal hung up the phone.

“The admissions office said they will send someone down here tomorrow.”

"The district will also arrange reporters to interview the valedictorian."

Grandmother's face immediately turned pale. Dad stared at me.

“Do I have to force this whole family to death?”

I stood up.

“The people who want to lock me up to death... are you guys.”

The whole office immediately fell silent. No one spoke up. Teacher Tran pulled me behind him.

“I'll stay in the school dormitory tonight.”

My father coldly said:

“How dare it?”

I looked straight at him. Grandma suddenly burst out laughing.

“Does he think school can protect him for the rest of his life?”

My mother stood next to me, crying and shaking her head.

“Mom, stop talking.”

Grandma was still staring at me.

“Lam Niem, remember carefully.”

“The Tham family doesn't need you.”

That sentence was like a nail driven straight into my heart. I clenched my fists.

“On what basis do you say that?”

Grandma replied coldly:

“Because that year they were the ones who took me away.”

The principal immediately asked:

“Do you have proof?”

Grandma fell silent. Don't say another word. Dad pulled her away. Only mother was still standing at the door. She looked at me. Tears kept falling.

“Nem Niem.”

“If you really want to know the truth…”

“Tonight, twelve o'clock, go to the old bus station.”

Dad suddenly turned his head.

“Trieu Lan!”

Mother trembled. Grandmother immediately rushed to cover her mother's mouth. I stepped forward.

“Mom, tell me clearly!”

But mom was pulled away by dad. Before leaving there, she could only scream:

“Don't believe what your grandmother says!”

That night. Teacher Tran arranged for me to stay in the female teacher's dormitory. After closing the door, she carefully locked it from the inside.

“No matter who calls you, don't go out.”

I nodded. But come about half past eleven at night. Suddenly there was a knocking sound outside the window. I stepped closer. Mom is standing downstairs. There were still tears on his face. In her hand she held a small cloth bundle.

“Nim Niem, come down here.”

Teacher Tran immediately stopped me.

“Don't go.”

I looked at her.

“Teacher, I must go.”

She looked at me for a long time. Finally sighed.

“Then I'll go with you.”

When we arrived at the old bus station. Mom immediately stuffed the cloth bag into my hand. Inside there is a silver lock. An old, faded photo. And a photocopy of birth certificate. I opened the photo with shaking hands. In the photo, a young woman is holding a newborn baby. Next to him is a man wearing a white shirt. On the baby's ankle there was a small mole. Exactly like me. Mom looked at me. Voice choked.

“I was not born from you.”

I tightened the silver lock.

“So who are you?”

Mom closed her eyes.

“My name is Tham Tri Ha.”

Teacher Tran immediately asked:

“So why did the Tham family abandon her?”

Mom shook her head.

“It's not that they don't need it.”

“We don't dare to return it.”

I immediately asked:

“Who wouldn't dare?”

Mom was just about to open her mouth. Behind the bus station suddenly a familiar voice rang out.

“Trieu Lan, if you dare say one more word, I will let the whole town know what you did that year.”

Mom turned around. His face immediately turned white. My grandmother and father came out of the darkness. Dad looked at me.

“Lam Niem, hand over the things.”

I hugged the cloth tightly to my heart.

“Not delivered.”

Grandma turned to look at Mr. Tran.

“Teacher, this is our family's private matter.”

"I can't control it."

Teacher Tran took out his phone.

“Then let the police take care of it.”

Grandma sneered.

“Just report it.”

“Let them investigate to see who brought this child home that year.”

Mother panicked and rushed to pull her back.

"Mom! Stop talking!"

Grandmother forcefully pushed her hand away.

“Are you still pretending to be a good person?”

“Eighteen years ago, you received money from the Tham family so you kept the baby!”

I was stunned. Mother cried and shook her head.

“It's not like that.”

But my father coldly continued:

“That's it.”

“The Tham family once came.”

“Your mother was afraid of losing her child so she accepted 30,000 yuan from them.”

“Then lie that the child died of illness.”