Chapter 13 — The Fateful Trial

At that moment, the policeman's phone rang again. After listening to a few sentences, his face suddenly darkened. He looked at me:

"Miss Duong, there is one more thing. In the police station system, there is only one minor child registered under your name."

My heart dropped with a thud. The police stopped for a moment.

“That is sixteen year old Ha An An.”

11 I thought I heard wrong. “What did you say?” The policeman softened his tone:

“In the display system, the children's information under the names of her and Mr. Ha Tuan, currently has only one line.

Name: Ha An An. Age: 16. Identity card number has also been issued.” I looked down at the child in my arms, my hands suddenly became weak.

"What about my son? When he was born, he obviously had to get a birth certificate and enter the household registration. Ha Tuan held the household registration book for me to see."

Ha Tuan looked up. I stared at him:

“Is the household registration book you showed me fake?”

Ha Tuan's lips trembled: "It's not fake. It's a copy. Mom said she kept the original, she was afraid that after I gave birth, I would forget it before and forget it later, so I didn't give it to you to have." Now I remember. That day, Lam Mai placed a copy of the household registration on my bed, saying that she had completed the household registration for An An. I was holding my baby while breastfeeding and just glanced at the name. Ha An An. Father: Ha Tuan. Mother: Duong Hoa. I don't look at the date of birth at all. Never thought she would use the same name to trick me. I asked Ha Tuan: "So you have never seen the original?" Ha Tuan lowered his head: "I see." My voice was cold: “When?” He closed his eyes: "When I was registering for clearance compensation, I saw that the age on the household registration book was sixteen. I asked my mother. She said to leave it as it is. She said it's okay for a newborn to apply for household registration a little late, after all, the birth certificate is still there." I listened to every sentence and every word, only to see the man in front of me as strange and scary.

"At that time you knew my son did not have a household registration."

Ha Tuan's voice was hoarse: "I thought about making up for it. But that time your health was not good, and your child often had to go to the hospital. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to handle the abuse." I laughed. "I'm not afraid you won't be able to bear it. I'm afraid that once you find out, the Ha family's resettlement house will lose a house." Ha Tuan's face turned pale. Lam Mai suddenly stood up: "That's enough! Duong Hoa, don't say everyone is dirty like that! Ha Binh is also Tuan's biological son, doesn't he deserve a title?" I looked at her: "He deserves his status, so he has the right to steal my son's identity? If he wants to enter the Ha family, is he allowed to trample on me and my son's identity to enter?" Lam Mai gritted her teeth: "Your son is still young, what's the big deal about applying for household registration a few months late? Ha Binh is sixteen years old, if he doesn't come back now, he'll never have another chance." Ha Binh suddenly spoke: "I don't need it." Everyone's eyes turned towards it. The teenager stood in the corner, his face pale, but his eyes were very red.

"Grandma, I don't need this kind of title. I thought you took me home because you finally acknowledged me. Not because of the house."

Lam Mai panicked: "Binh Binh, don't listen to them." Ha Binh shook his head: "I don't even want your name. She made me call you Ha An An. She said this name is lucky." auspicious. Now I know, this name is not for me at all. That's my little brother's name.” He mentioned the word "little brother" and glanced at baby An An in my arms. There was no hatred in those eyes, only awkwardness and confusion. But in my heart I am not at all soft-hearted. Because regardless of whether Ha Binh knows it or not, my son has been erased from the household registration book. Judge Tuong said in a deep voice: