Chapter 5 — Nanny Counts Moles

The little girl asked in a low voice: "Is Aunt Phung still coming to count the little dots?" My heart ached. "No." "No one is allowed to treat me like that again." At this point, the girl slowly let go. Leaving my mother's house, I went straight to the company. I'm not going home. Because I know for sure Tham Nghien is at home waiting for me, and will definitely continue to explain. Now I don't need an explanation. I need proof. In the company, only the lights remained on. I opened my computer and logged into my family's cloud backup. Tham Nghien always thinks I don't understand these things. But the router and home camera accounts were all set up by me that year. I checked my login history for the last month. There's a login address from somewhere else that keeps appearing. Every time after I leave the house. The login device name is a strange phone. In other words, it's not just me who can watch the living room cameras in the house. I took a screenshot to save the history, then restored the deleted videos. At ten o'clock in the morning of September 23, the image was interrupted for eleven minutes. Video after restoration is very blurry. But I saw Phung Ngoc Cam lead Tieu Man to the door of the children's room, squat down to talk to her. The sound flickered. "Don't be afraid." "If you finish counting, you'll be fine." "As long as it matches, you'll be able to go home." Tieu Man cried and asked, "What about mom?" Phung Ngoc Cam said: "She is not my biological mother." I suddenly tightened my grip on the mouse. Nails almost pressed into the palm of the hand. The next second, Tham Nghien's voice rang out from outside the frame. "Don't talk about this in front of her." My whole body stiffened. I listened to that audio three times. Each time it was like a block of ice hit my heart. That day, Tham Nghien clearly said he was in a meeting elsewhere. But he came home. He saw Phung Ngoc Cam say those words to Tieu Man with his own eyes. You still hide it from me. I exported the video and sent it to my lawyer friend Tan Man. Tan Man quickly called. After listening to me, she only said one sentence. "First of all, don't go meet him alone." "You take your child to a safe place, I will help you contact the police." I said okay. Before hanging up the phone, she asked again: "Do you have the complete medical records of the day Tieu Man was born?" I was stunned. "In the house there are hospital discharge papers." "Full surgery records, newborn handover records, heel blood sample form, bracelet number, do you have those things?" I don't have them. That year, all procedures were handled by Tham Nghien. I only have a duty to survive, then hug my child. Tan Man's voice was low. "Then start the investigation from Nhan An Hospital." "If there is really something wrongly carried or hidden, the hospital records will definitely leave traces." That same night, I called Nhan An Hospital. The switchboard switched lines three times, and the last person who listened was the night staff of the medical record room. I gave my full name and date of birth. The other party checked for a long time. "Miss Manh, can you submit a copy of the hospital medical record?" I asked: "What about the newborn handover record?" The other person paused for a moment. "This part needs confirmation from the obstetrics department." "Why?" Her voice became cautious. "The system displayed at dawn on March 17th, three years ago, the neonatal ward of the obstetrics department had an internal abnormality report." My heart almost stopped beating. "What's abnormal?" "Sorry, can't say over the phone." "Tomorrow, please bring your ID to apply in person." I hung up the phone, immediately bought a new recorder, and agreed. Back up all evidence in three places. At one o'clock in the morning, Tham Nghien called me for the seventeenth time. I don't listen. He sent a text message. "Thanh Thanh, let's talk." "Things are not like you think." "Everything I do is

for this family." I looked at the screen and suddenly felt ridiculous. Because of this family. So you let someone else tell a three-year-old child that his mother is not his mother. So you let Phung Ngoc Cam use pain and fear to compare those moles. I turned off the phone. After dawn, I went to Nhan An Hospital. The queue at the medical examination room was very crowded. I waited for nearly an hour, and finally got the registration form. When the staff compared my ID, Her face suddenly changed. She raised her head to look at me. "Ms. Manh Thanh?" I nodded. She pushed the ID card back to me. "Your medical record was transferred by someone an hour ago." My back felt cold. "Who transferred?" She looked at the computer, lowering her voice. "Tham Nghien." "There was also the head of the obstetrics department that year, Tran Bach Xuyen." Just as I finished speaking, a man's voice rang out from behind me. "Ms. Manh." I turned around. Tran Bach Xuyen stood at the end of the hallway, wearing a neat white blouse, with a gentle smile on his face. In his hand was Tieu Man's hair. Tran Bach Xuyen saw me staring at the sealed bag, and the smile on his face became even deeper.