Chapter 22 — Secret Explosive Burning of Cow Dung

“The flash you did just now was very similar to when you were a child holding the pot lid and hitting the goose.”

I was so angry that I almost threw him to the ground.

“Are you still in the mood to talk about the goose right now?”

The corner of his mouth twitched, unable to smile. Because the wound is bleeding again. The cameraman filmed the tin box clearly. Boss Ha opened the box in front of everyone. Inside there is a roll of film. There is also a laminated photo taken from a certain document. In the photo, a young woman is holding a diaper, bowing her head and kissing the child's forehead. Next to her is a man, holding a silver lock engraved with begonia flowers. On the back of the photo is an inscription. *To Duong An, I wish you a lifetime where the light will always shine on your home.* My tears finally fell. The woman on the other end of the line also burst into tears.

“That was the day I turned one month old.”

“I've been looking for you for more than twenty years.”

I held the phone tightly and asked in a hoarse voice: "So why didn't you come see me?" Before she could answer, Tham Kieu's phone suddenly rang. She glanced at the screen, her expression instantly darkening.

"Van Duong and Bach Nhiem opened the livestream again."

I raised my head. In the screen, Bach Nhiem sat in the car, her eyes were red and scary. She held up a piece of paper and smiled into the camera.

“Does Van Duong want to accept relatives?”

“So let me show everyone what her biological mother signed that year.”

16 Bach Nhiem's livestream was shown on the screen that the program team had just temporarily set up. She sat in the backseat of the car, her hair disheveled, but her face had the calm look of someone despite everything. The piece of paper in her hand was held straight at the lens. The paper is very old, the edges are yellow. The few big words at the top made my eyes sting. VOLUNTARILY AGREEMENT TO GIVE UP THE RIGHT TO CARE FOR A GIRL Bach Nhiem stared at the camera, clearly reading every word.

"I am Lam Van Thu. Due to personal reasons, I am unable to raise baby girl Duong An. I voluntarily give the child to someone else to arrange. From now on, I will not take it back anymore."

After reading, she smirked at the screen.

“Van Duong, don't you want to find your biological mother?”

“This is the answer my biological mother gave me.”

The photo shop fell silent. Boss Ha held the tin box, the ash on his face could not hide his shock. Tham Kieu immediately asked the staff to save the livestream screen. Luc Van Da stood next to me, his right hand wrapped in a temporary bandage, his eyes cold as ice. I held the phone tightly. The woman's cries on the other end of the line suddenly fell silent. A few seconds later, she said in a trembling voice: "It's not like that." I asked: “Is that your signature?” She was silent. This silence is heavier than every word Bach Nhiem just read. Bach Nhiem seemed to have anticipated this moment, his voice became even gentler.

“Everyone heard it.”

“It's not that I prevented them from recognizing each other, but that there was someone in the past who didn't want her.”

“I'm just exposing the truth.”

The comments on her livestream went crazy. Some people call her crazy. Some people also started to waver. The things that hurt people the most are never the clearly swung knives. They are old papers that are half real and half fake. I inhale a deep breath.

“Lam Van Thu, you just need to answer me.”

“Did you sign this commitment voluntarily?”

The other end of the line came from a broken, suppressed gasp. “No,” she said.

“At that time, my mother had just woken up.”

“The nurse told me the baby couldn't be kept.”

“Someone gave me some papers and asked my mother to sign, saying they were procedures for disposing of the baby's body.”

“I can't see clearly, and I don't have any strength left.”

“So I signed.”

My fingers gradually tightened.

“Who gave it to you?”