Chapter 21 — Pretending to be Fired Once, Enough to See Eight Years of Marriage Clearly

Fingertips gradually turn white.

"Recording me with my own authorization?"

The policeman replied:

"She claimed that in the recording, she agreed to let her handle everything related to the bank and the house on her behalf."

I turned to look at Trinh Du An. She immediately took the phone.

"Please request her side to submit the original recording file."

"Not the one that was forwarded via WeChat."

"At the same time, it is necessary to clearly explain the time, location and equipment used for recording."

The police officer nodded.

"That is also our request."

"Miss Diep, can you go to the police station tomorrow morning?"

"I can."

After hanging up... The hospital room fell silent again. My father looked at me worriedly.

"Could it be... that she really recorded it?"

I was silent for a long time. Suddenly... A memory popped into my head. The day before the business trip last October. Ma Lan Anh used to come to the house. She said her old phone was broken and asked me to install a new one. She pretended to ask very naturally:

"Tung, if you go on a business trip..."

"If there are any documents in the house that need to be signed..."

"Mom, can you sign for me?"

At that time I was packing my luggage. Didn't think much. I just casually replied:

"Small things like receiving express deliveries or working with management are fine."

"As for the important things, just wait until I get home."

She asked again:

"What about bank messages?"

At that time I frowned slightly.

"Banks don't."

"Things related to money and housing..."

"No one is allowed to sign for you."

Han Tuan was also present. He even laughed, telling me I was too careful. Now that I think about it... It's very possible that the entire conversation was secretly recorded. The so-called...

"Voluntary authorization."

Perhaps it's just a clipped snippet from the conversation that day. After listening to me... Trinh Du An immediately asked:

"Do you remember exactly that day?"

"The night of October twenty-fifth."

"In my living room."

"At that time, Han Tuan and Ma Lan Anh were both present."

She nodded.

"Then it's easy to handle."

"If they submit the edited recording..."

"Sound inspection can completely detect it."

My father breathed a sigh of relief. But his expression was still very heavy.

"Human..."

"How can you calculate to this extent?"

I don't answer. I also want to know the answer. The next morning. We went to the police station. Ma Lan Anh was waiting outside the testimony room. She was wearing a gray coat. Hair neatly combed. As soon as he saw me... His eyes immediately turned red.

"Diep Trung."

"Are you determined to force an old woman like me to death?"

I stopped in front of her.

"You impersonated me to the bank."

"At that time..."

"Why didn't you think today would come?"

Her expression stopped.

"I'm not impersonating."

"You were the one who told me to leave."

Not far away. Han Tuan sat quietly. His face was cold and unrelated. Han Lo lowered his head to play with his phone. Looks like he doesn't care at all. Her hand holding the phone was still shaking constantly. We were brought in for private testimony. Not long after... The recording Ma Lan Ying submitted was played. First is my voice.

"You can also help me sign things at home." Next was Ma Lan Anh's voice.

"What about the bank and the house, can you do it for me too?" Right after that...

It's my voice again.

"Okay, you can see for yourself." Listen to the last sentence same...

I even laughed. That's not what I said. Not in circumstances like this recording. Trinh Du An calmly asked:

"Can you provide the original file?"

Ma Lan Anh replied very quickly:

"This is the original."

The policeman looked at her.

"This is a file forwarded via WeChat."

"We need the original audio recording in the recorded device."

Ma Lan Anh's eyes wavered slightly.

"I changed my phone."

"The old machine is no longer available."

Trinh Du An placed a file on the table.

"What a coincidence."

"In the cloud backup on Diep Trung's phone on the evening of October 25 last year..."

"There is an automatic recording saved from the camera in the house."

"The camera in the living room was still working at that time."

As soon as he finished speaking... Han Tuan immediately raised his head. Even I... I was stunned. Since when are there cameras? Trinh Du An did not look at me. She still calmly continued:

"We have gone through the extraction application process."

"If everyone now proactively admits that the recording was cut..."

"The nature of the case and the attitude of cooperation will be completely different."

Ma Lan Ying's face... Gradually lost all the blood. Han Tuan immediately spoke up:

"Attorney Trinh."

"Don't scare others."

Trinh Du An looked straight at him.

"Is it a threat or not..."

"You guys just try to bet."

The air outside the testimony room... It was thick, like it was freezing. At that moment... Han Lo suddenly stood up.

"It has nothing to do with me!"

All eyes simultaneously turned towards her. Han Lo's face turned white. The voice also became harsh.

"I didn't cut the recording."

"It's not my place to go to the bank."

"I just want to buy a house!"

Ma Lan Ying immediately glared.

"Shut up!"

Han Lo's eyes immediately turned red.

"Why should I be mute?"

"Obviously it was my mother and brother who said..."

"Diep Trung's house will sooner or later belong to the Han family."

"It was also my mother who told me to record that video."

"I said I just need to cover half my face with my hair."

"Now something happens..."

"Do you want to blame it all on me again?"

Han Tuan rushed forward and grabbed his sister's arm tightly. The policeman immediately stood up.

"Sit down!"

Han Lo was startled and his whole body trembled. I stood still. Heartbeat... Strangely calm again. What really caused their family to collapse... Wasn't the evidence. None of them is willing to bear the consequences for the other. At that moment... Another police officer walked in. In his hand he held a newly printed document. He leaned into his colleague's ear and whispered:

"The subscriber of the phone number ending 6432 has been verified."

"The person in whose name..."

"It's Han Lo."

Han Lo's whole body stiffened. Ma Lan Anh's face also turned pale. For the first time... Han Tuan was completely silent. The police officer looked at the three people in turn. Then slowly spoke:

"So now..."

"I suggest you three testify again."

"Who uses this phone number?"

"Those documents..."

"Who exactly prepared and submitted it?"

I looked at Han Tuan. He also looked at me. During eight years of marriage... This was the first time... I saw in his eyes... True panic.