Chapter 18 — Nanny Counts Moles

I hugged her, tears finally falling. "Need." "Mom will always need you." "You are not a replacement for anyone." "I am Tieu Man." An An opened her eyes and looked at us quietly. I also pulled her into my arms. "I'm not either." "I'm An An." Two children were held in my arms, one burst into tears, the other had red eyes but didn't know how to cry. At the end of the hallway, Tham Nghien covered his face, his shoulders hunched. I don't give you any consolation. After tonight, there is only responsibility and payment between us. When it was about dawn, Mrs. Giang's lawyer arrived. The other person wore a dark suit and spoke politely, but the documents he brought were as sharp as a knife. They used the reason that Tieu Man could be Giang Nghi's only daughter, requested to immediately apply for temporary visitation rights, and at the same time demanded to protect the rights of the heir to the Giang family's legacy. I finished reading and slammed the documents directly on the table. "The child was just taken by your people from my mother's house." "Now you are telling me about visitation rights?" The lawyer did not change his face. "Mrs. Giang has not admitted to taking part in taking the child away." "She only cares about descendants of the same bloodline." I laughed coldly. "What she cares about is the drop of blood that can inherit shares." Tan Man held my hand and turned to the lawyer: "You can follow procedures.” “But before the kidnapping, the falsification of medical documents, and the injury to the child are thoroughly investigated, we will thoroughly oppose all requests for contact with the child.” The lawyer glanced at Tieu Man. Tieu Man immediately hid behind me. I blocked his sight. "You look at her one more time, now I will report to the police that you continue to frighten the child victim." The lawyer's face stiffened, he took the documents and left. I'm not a person with a good temperament. Especially when the other person reaches out towards children. In the morning, the police brought Tran Bach Xuyen's testimony for additional questioning. Tran Bach Xuyen admitted that that year, after the old Nhan An hospital lost power, there was a serious management problem in the newborn ward. There were problems with the arms of all three newborn girls. One girl was in a life-threatening condition because of delayed emergency treatment. To hide the incident, he and the people in charge of duty that night did two things. First, change the handover record of three girls to two girls. Second, use artificial pigment dots to separately mark the two living girls, making it convenient for those involved to compare them later. Hearing this, my whole body felt cold. "Why two?" The police looked at me. "Because when the third child was transported, her condition was unclear, they added a death record for her." "But the transportation slip showed that when she was put in the car, she still had signs of life." Tham Nghien suddenly raised his head. "So the death notification I signed..." The police said in a low voice: "We need to continue the investigation now." Check to see if you were tricked into signing or actively coordinated.” Tham Nghien's face immediately turned gray. I'm not talking to help you. You have to bear whatever responsibility you have to bear. All concealment in the name of protecting the family eventually falls on the children. In the afternoon, Phung Ngoc Cam asked to meet me. At first I didn't want to meet. Tan Man said she might know some clues about Diep Thu Ninh. I left the two children at the nurse's station, looked after by my mother and Tan Man. In the meeting room, Phung Ngoc Cam's face was pale and his arm was wrapped in gauze. Seeing me, she bowed her head first. "Sorry." I sat down. "Don't say unnecessary words." Her lips trembled. "Before she died, Giang Nghi said she had seen a third child." I suddenly raised my eyes. Phung Ngoc Cam continued: "Right at Thanh Bac Rehabilitation Institute." "That child does not have the name of the Diep family." "She

was registered as an orphan, then adopted by a couple in another province." I asked: "What's your name?" Phung Ngoc Cam looked at me, with fear in her eyes. "The name in her medical record at that time was Tieu Tranh." "The person who took her away was named Ha." "I only know they went to Nam Cang." "But Tran Bach Xuyen said that child could not return alive." I stood up. "Why?" Phung Ngoc Cam's voice trembled. "Because she was the only person in the incident that year who could prove that three newborn girls were present at the same time." The bottom of her foot has a temporary code written by the nurse. “When I walked out of the meeting room, the phone kept ringing. It was a call from an unknown number. After I picked up the phone, the other person didn't immediately talk. A few seconds later, a woman's voice was lowered very low. "Is that Manh Thanh?" "Don't investigate Nam Cang." "If you continue to investigate, both children will lose their lives." 19 That call still hasn't been disconnected. I picked up the phone and slowly sat down on the bench in the hallway. "Who are you?" The woman on the other end was breathing very quickly, as if hiding in a windy place to talk. "My last name is Ha." "The child is at my house." My fingertips clenched. "Which child?" She was silent for two seconds. "Tieu Tranh." The hallway light shone on the ground, blinding white.