Chapter 4 — Nanny Counts Moles

“When?” “When Tieu Man was over a year old.” “She came to me and said she used to work as a nurse at Nhan An Hospital.” “She said three years ago there was a problem with a child in the hospital, possibly related to Tieu Man.” I stared at him. “So you hid me so she could come in?” “No.” Tham Nghien immediately denied. “I didn't tell her to come.” “I just showed her Tieu Man's photo.” Man.” “She said she had to confirm the moles on the top of her head and behind her ears.” I was so angry that I was shaking. “Tieu Man was just over a year old at that time.” “On what basis did you let an outsider see her private photos?” He bowed his head. “Because she gave me a blood relationship assessment.” My head made a buzzing sound. The police frowned. "What assessment?" Tham Nghiem closed his eyes. "Mine and Tieu Man." The atmosphere was silent. I heard Tieu Man sniffling in my heart. She didn't understand what adults said, so she just buried her face in my chest. I hugged her tightly. "What was the result?" Tham Nghien did not answer. In my heart I already had the answer. He took out his phone from his briefcase, searched for a long time, then opened a photo of a blurred document. The conclusion is written very clearly. Rule out the possibility that Tham Nghien is the biological father of the test sample. I looked at that line, only feeling absurd. "You doubt me?" Tham Nghien quickly raised his head. "I don't." I burst out laughing. "You don't?" "You secretly did an appraisal, secretly met Phung Ngoc Cam, secretly checked the moles on her head." "Then let a person of unknown origin come into your house, torturing your daughter every day." "Is that called nothing?" A look of pain appeared on his face. "At that time I was confused." "I was confused." I don't know what to tell you." "The day you gave birth, I wasn't in the operating room. Then the hospital pushed the baby out, I just took a look." "I don't know if there was a mistake in the middle." Fragments of memories of that day flashed before my eyes. The surgical lights are very bright, the nurse's voice is very far away. When I woke up, the child was wrapped in a blanket and placed next to me. Everyone said it was my child. I never doubted. Because she drank my milk, slept in my arms, and called me mom for the first time. To me, those things weigh more than any piece of paper. The police took a photo of the documents on Tham Nghien's phone, then asked him to write down a method of contacting Phung Ngoc Cam. Tham Nghien said that number has stopped working a long time ago. I coldly asked: "So what about the person who introduced her to our house?" Tham Nghien paused. I immediately understood. "Your cousin never introduced her, right?" He didn't say anything. I picked up the phone and called his cousin, Tham Duyet, right in front of the police. The phone is connected, I turn on the speaker. I asked her: "Was Phung Ngoc Cam introduced by you?" Tham Duyet was stunned. "Which Phung Ngoc Cam?" I looked at Tham Nghien. He closed his eyes. Tham Duyet was still talking on the phone: "Thanh Thanh, last month didn't you say you found a nanny?" "I also asked A Nghien why he didn't find a regular maid company, he said he was introduced by a friend." I hung up. Tham Nghien's lips moved slightly. "I just want to clarify this matter." I said: "The way I clarify is to bring danger to Tieu Man's side." He had no words left to say. When I left the police station, it was already dark. Phung Ngoc Cam was temporarily detained to coordinate the investigation. But the police reminded me, without further evidence, she would likely be released soon. I took Tieu Man to the hospital to have her scalp checked. The doctor pulled out her hair and sighed. "The scalp is red and swollen from pulling and tugging, and there is also slight damage to the hair follicles." "How has her sleep been recently?" I looked at Tieu Man who was dozing in my arms. "She often wakes up startled, and said not to count anymore." The doctor's hand was on her.

Writing medical records stopped. She raised her head to look at me. "Recommend psychological counseling." I nodded and put the medical records away. At that moment, I didn't want to hear any more explanations from Tham Nghien. On the way home, I called a locksmith to change the lock, and also contacted the management to get a camera within the last month. The building manager quickly sent me a video. At twelve minutes past three in the afternoon, Phung Ngoc Cam actually pulled her suitcase out the door of the building. But she didn't go to the trash room. A man wearing a gray hat came up from the parking lot, received the suitcase and then left directly. I zoom in on the video. The moment the man raised his head, the camera captured the side profile of his face. My heart tightened. I once saw that person in Tham Nghien's phone photo album. The caption for the photo is: Nhan An Hospital, head of obstetrics department Tran Bach Xuyen.06I did not send the video to Tham Nghien. First I took Tieu Man to my mother's house. Mother saw red marks on Tieu Man's scalp, making her eyes red. She asked me what happened. I'm just saying something happened at home, I'll let Tieu Man stay with her these days. Tieu Man hugged my neck and refused to let go. "Mom, are you here too?" I kissed her forehead. "I have something to do tonight, I'll be there tomorrow morning."