Chapter 20 — Pretending to be Fired Once, Enough to See Eight Years of Marriage Clearly

In front of the hospital room, there were many people standing and watching. The nurse stood close to the door, her face pale. My father sat on the hospital bed, his face gloomy. Han Tuan stood next to the window. Next to him is a woman wearing a neat business suit, holding a file in her hand. As soon as he saw me entering, Han Tuan immediately turned around.

"You finally came."

I don't bother paying attention to him. The first thing is to look towards dad.

"Dad, are you okay?"

My father shook his head.

"Dad, it's okay."

"They said I was busy with work..."

"So they authorized them to transfer dad to another hospital."

I turned to look at the other woman.

"Who are you?"

She pushed up her glasses and calmly replied:

"I'm a consultant at a rehabilitation care center."

"Mr. Han once contacted me to learn about post-operative nursing plans."

I held out my hand.

"Let me see the power of attorney."

She hesitated a bit. Han Tuan spoke coldly:

"Give it to her."

The woman had to hand over the file. Inside it clearly states... I agree to transfer my father to a designated nursing facility. At the same time, authorized Han Tuan to handle all hospital fee procedures and hand over medical records on my behalf. At the bottom of the text... Still my name. Even the date of signing... It's also listed as this morning. I stared at that text. Suddenly burst out laughing. Han Tuan frowned.

"What are you laughing at?"

I raised my head and looked straight at him.

"I laugh because..."

"I'm really impatient."

"So impatient that..."

"Even my father wants to turn into a chess piece."

Han Tuan's face immediately darkened.

"I'm helping you."

"Now I'm busy with a divorce."

"Busy reporting to the police."

"Where do we get the time to take care of the elderly?"

I ask again:

"So..."

"You want to take my dad away?"

"And then what?"

"Using medical records..."

"Medicine money..."

"Nursing costs..."

"To force you to reconcile?"

The consulting woman's expression immediately changed.

"Our center does not get involved in family disputes."

At that moment... Trinh Du An walked in from behind me.

"Then..."

"Please stop doing this immediately."

"The patient never gave consent."

"The legal guardian is not Mr. Han."

The woman immediately packed up the documents.

"So... we'll have to leave first."

Han Tuan coldly glanced at her. She immediately walked faster. Soon... We were the only ones left in the hospital room. My father slowly spoke.

"Han Tuan."

"If there's anything else you want to say..."

"Just say it in front of me."

Han Tuan was silent for a few seconds. Then smiled softly.

"Dad, you don't understand."

"Diep Trung is now instigated by others."

"Determined to turn the domestic matter into a lawsuit."

My father looked straight at him.

"Impersonate your medical records."

"Touching her house."

"Is that also called domestic affairs?"

The smile on Han Tuan's face disappeared. I picked up the authorization paper.

"This version..."

"I will also take it for evaluation."

He stared at me.

"Now beyond the assessment..."

"What else can I do?"

I calmly replied:

"I still know..."

"One thing at a time..."

"Give it to the right person to see."

Han Tuan's voice suddenly lowered.

"Diep Trung."

"Don't forget."

"The divorce petition has been accepted by the court."

"I think I should report it to the police..."

"Is it possible to stop the trial from happening?"

I nodded.

"Cannot."

"So..."

"I'll leave it to the judge see with your own eyes..."

"Why are you so impatient to confirm that house is common property?"

Han Tuan smiled coldly.

"I said I can't decide."

"Your mother was there for a long time."

"Residential area with certification."

"Management has records."

"Neighbors can also testify."

I calmly looked at him.

"Neighbors are also willing to testify."

"They will confirm what Ma Lan Anh said..."

"I want to use my house to compensate for the deposit to buy a house for Han Lo."

Han Tuan's face changed slightly. I continue:

"Management also agreed to provide documents."

"Prove that you used a photocopy of my ID to change the lock."

"Bank cameras were also found."

"On the twenty-sixth of October last year..."

"It was Ma Lan Anh who impersonated me to change the registered phone number."

Han Tuan's eyes... Finally wavered. Just for a moment. I have seen. Very soon... He regained his composure again.

"Have courage..."

"Then just sue."

Having finished speaking... He turned and left. The hospital door closed. My father sighed softly.

"Cheung Cheng."

I sat down next to the bed.

"It's me, Dad."

Dad slowly took out an old envelope from under the pillow.

"Before your mother died..."

"She left me something."

I was stunned.

"What is it, Dad?"

Dad gave me the envelope.

"My mother told me..."

"If one day..."

"My marriage is no longer happy..."

"Then give this to me."

My fingers tightened. I slowly opened the envelope. Inside is a copy of a notarized document. The person to whom the gift is given... The content of the gift... Is the amount of money used to pay the deposit to buy the house. Attached is a statement clearly stating: This amount of money is the property given to Diep Trung by his parents. It is not considered common property of husband and wife. Tears immediately fell from my eyes. Mom has been silently preparing a way out for me for a long time. After reading the document, Trinh Du An's eyes also lit up.

"This is extremely important evidence."

"Combined with loan payment records from your personal account..."

"Management fee invoice..."

"And the evidence proves that you are the actual manager of the house..."

"It will be very difficult for Han Tuan to prove that this is common property."

Before I could say anything... The phone rang. The police officer in charge of the case.

"We have contacted Ma Lan Ying."

"Even though she admitted to going to the bank..."

"But denies impersonation."

I asked immediately:

"What did she say?"

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds. Then the policeman slowly replied:

"She claimed that..."

"You asked her to sign for you."

"She also said..."

"I have a recording in my hand..."

"Prove that you directly gave permission."