Chapter 8 — On the day of the university entrance exam, my parents forced me to take the blame for my sister

Right at that moment. I sent a request to connect to the livestream. The entire broadcast room immediately exploded.

“My God, the master is here!”

“Quickly connect!”

"Open up! Open up!"

Obviously Lam Dao did not expect me to appear. A look of panic flashed across his face. But he quickly regained his composure. It accepts connections. Tears immediately fell. I looked at it through the screen.

“Don't call me sister.”

“My mother only gave birth to me.”

Lam Dao's face stiffened. Comments immediately exploded.

“Just the beginning is fatal.”

“You are so beautiful and cool.”

“No beating around the bush.”

Lam Dao bit her lip.

“I know you still blame me.”

“Today I livestreamed just to apologize to you.”

I nodded.

“Then apologize.”

It was dumbfounded. I continue:

“Tell me everything you've done.”

“When did you peek at your bank card password?”

“Since when have you been misusing money on your card?”

“When did you discuss with your parents so I could plead guilty for you?”

“Since when did you pretend to faint at the school gate?”

Lam Dao's face turned pale.

“Sister, why do you have to force me like that?”

“Because you said you wanted to apologize.”

I looked at it, my voice calm.

“The first step of an apology is not crying.”

“It's about stating clearly what you did wrong.”

Comments began to change direction.

“That's right, I've been crying since the beginning and I didn't say anything wrong.”

“Sorry, it's not an act.”

“What Lam Chieu said makes a lot of sense.”

Lam Dao cried even more fiercely.

“I really know it's wrong.”

“I just have psychological problems…”

I played the second recording live. In the recording, Lam Dao's voice rang out clearly.

“I won't go to jail.”

"Lin Chieu is so stupid, if his parents cry a few words, he will soften."

"After he confesses his guilt, I'll say I'm depressed."

“No one blames me.”

All comments in the livestream suddenly went blank for a few seconds. Completely exploded.

“Is this a psychological problem?”

“This is a matter of personality!”

“It's calculated from start to finish!”

Lam Dao collapsed and shouted:

“Lin Chieu!”

“Why do you keep recording me?”

“Have you been wanting to harm me for a long time?”

I laughed.

“See?”

“The first reaction of normal people is to deny that they ever said that.”

“And your first reaction was to blame me for recording.”

Lam Dao's whole body stiffened. I continue:

“Lam Dao, I connected the livestream today not to scold you.”

“But to tell everyone watching here one thing.”

“Suffering is not an excuse.”

“No matter how beautifully you cry, you can't erase the hurt you've caused.”

“Don't use family circumstances, unhappy childhoods, feelings of insecurity or psychological wounds as a cover.”

“If you do something wrong, you must be responsible.”

"If you can't bear the consequences, don't do it in the first place."

I directly disconnected. Five minutes later. Lam Dao turned off the livestream. But it's too late. Clips from the livestream quickly spread across social networks. Each title is sharper than the last. #LamChieuTypical Counterattack Via Livestream #Apologizing Is Not An Act But An Admitting A Mistake #LamDaoTurning Over A Car Because Of The Recording This time, no one stood up to defend Lam Dao. But my parents kept calling Hua An Ninh's house. My mother cried and asked:

“In the end, do you want to force Dao Dao to death?”

I coldly asked back:

“When you If I force you to go to jail instead, why aren't you afraid that I will die?"

The other end of the line immediately went silent. I hung up. My grandmother sat next to me, peeling tangerines and looking at me. She separated a tangerine segment and stuffed it into my hand.

“Little baby, well done.”

I looked at her.

“Grandma, don't you think I'm too cruel?”

She rolled her eyes at me.

"Someone took a knife and slashed you, are you still thinking about whether your posture to block the knife is beautiful or not?"

“Are you stupid?”

I laughed. Laughed so much that tears almost fell. There are many people in this world who teach me patience. Only my grandmother taught me to resist. The acceptance letter from Kinh Thanh University was sent at the end of July. Coat of arms pressed with gold emulsion. The moment I held it in my hand, my fingers trembled uncontrollably. In my previous life, I dreamed about it countless times. But every time I wake up, next to me there are only cold iron bars and mocking eyes. As for this life... It's truly in my hands. Grandma wore old glasses, held the admission notice, flipped it over and over again. She doesn't know many words.