Chapter 13 — Nanny Counts Moles

“I'll hold Mrs. Luong's hand tightly first.” The girl cried and shook her head. An An suddenly reached out and grabbed her. "I'll go down first." Her voice was small but very steady. I looked at the baby. An An raised her head, her eyes had a calmness that did not belong to a child. "I know how to walk this ladder." "They locked me here before, I ran away once." My heart felt like it was hit hard by something. Nurse Luong's lips trembled, but she did not dare to delay, first taking An An through the window hole. An An was so scary thin that she quickly set foot on the iron ladder. Nurse Luong then carried Tieu Man. Tieu Man cried and called for her mother. I cruelly removed her hand. "Go down." "When you get down, run towards the police lights." The moment Tieu Man was taken out by nurse Luong, the bathroom door was knocked open a crack. Phung Ngoc Cam was hit and staggered forward. Dai Chi Minh stuck one hand through the door, holding a knife in his hand. The tip of the knife grazed Phung Ngoc Cam's arm, blood immediately oozed out. Phung Ngoc Cam moaned softly but did not let go. I grabbed a glass bottle of medicine next to me and slammed it down on that arm. Dai Chi Minh shouted murder. The knife fell to the ground. Tran Bach Xuyen roared outside the door: "Smash the door!" The door made another loud noise. As soon as I climbed onto the windowsill, Tieu Man's cry suddenly rang out outside. "Mom!" I lowered my head and looked down. Two men in the yard rushed under the iron ladder. One person reached out to shake An An. Nurse Luong held Tieu Man stuck in the middle of the ladder, unable to move forward or backward. The old woman stood next to the car, raised her head and looked at me coldly. "Manh Thanh, throw down the notebook." "Otherwise, neither child can leave here." I tightened the window frame. At this moment, from far away downstairs, the sound of rapid footsteps was heard. The old woman's face changed. The man next to her suddenly took a lighter from his chest, turned around and ran toward the door of the first floor of building number three. I smelled a strong smell of gasoline. Tran Bach Xuyen's voice came from outside the door. "Old lady Giang, do you want to burn me too?" The old woman raised her head and smiled. "Dead people know how to keep the best secrets." 14 The smell of gasoline became stronger and stronger. I couldn't look at the people under the window anymore. The bathroom door was half smashed open. Phung Ngoc Cam was pushed to the ground, his forehead hit the corner of the cabinet, blood flowed along his eyebrow bone. Tran Bach Xuyen and Dai Chi Minh rushed in one after another. I stood next to the window sill, clutching a cowhide-covered notebook in my hand. The first thing Tran Bach Xuyen saw was not me, but the place in my heart. Discovering that Tieu Man was not there, his expression immediately changed. "Where is the child?" I looked at him coldly. "Haven't you already arranged everything?" Dai Chi Minh cursed and rushed to the window to look down. The next second, he turned around and tried to run out. I picked up the knife from the ground and blocked it in front of me. "Whoever dares to pass by, I will throw this notebook down." Tran Bach Xuyen stopped. His eyes finally fell on my chest. "Luong Ngoc Phan gave you the old file." I said: "Are you scared?" He laughed, but the smile only appeared on his face, the bottom of his eyes were cold. "That can only prove that there was chaos that year." "It cannot prove who is whose child now." "Blood relationship is the final proof." I looked at him. "So you arrested Tieu Man, arrested An An, to force me to hand over a blood sample." "Not to find the child." "But to divide the property." Tran Bach Xuyen did not deny. Downstairs suddenly heard An An's scream. My heart sank. Dai Chi Minh took advantage of my distraction and suddenly rushed forward. I dodged to the side, slashing my knife through his sleeve. He raised his hand to rob the da.a.o. I placed the tip of the da.a.o directly on my wrist. “One step further, now

Now I will cut my hand." Dai Chi Minh was forced to stop. Tran Bach Xuyen's face was completely dark. "Meng Thanh, are you crazy?" "Don't you want my blood?" "I can give it." "But if something happens to me here, what the police will get will not be what you want." My voice was stronger than I thought. It's not that I'm not afraid. I'm so scared that my whole body is cold. But the more I know, if I panic, they will lead me. nose. The smell of smoke began to spread outside the door. Down on the first floor, someone was shouting fire. Tran Bach Xuyen looked at the hallway and finally spoke. "Give me the notebook." "I'll let you take Tieu Man." I laughed. "What about An An?" He frowned. "She's not related to you." "It's related to the Giang family." I raised my eyes. "She's related to the mistake that year." "It's also related to Tieu Man." "So I will definitely take care of it." Chi Minh couldn't help but scream: "Can you manage it?" "The Giang family searched for three years not to raise the child, but for the right to inherit the inheritance." "Before he died, Giang Nghi's husband left his shares, only recognizing his biological daughter." "At first the old lady wanted Tieu Man." "Then she discovered that An An was also capable, so she wanted both." "What she wanted was not a granddaughter, but a drop of blood that could be signed." An An's cry echoed again. up, they were quickly silenced.