Chapter 3 — The Fateful Trial

Vien Ban immediately defended: "The possibility that the defendant intentionally hid another family member cannot be ruled out." I laughed: "Then please take out the original ID card of that guy named Ha An An." Yuan Bin remained silent. I stared at him: "If I don't have the original, where can I get a copy of my household registration?"

“Without the actual character, who is the teenager in the camera?”

“Without verification, how dare you drag a three-month-old child to court?”

Vuong Xao Tran suddenly slapped the table: "Stop acting!"

"That day there was clearly a boy coming out of your door! I saw him enter your house with my own eyes!"

As soon as this sentence came out, Phung Le Le looked up. I saw panic in her eyes. It was about to pull Vuong Xao Tran back. But she couldn't stop in time: "He still calls you mom!" The whole courtroom was silent again. I held my baby, turned my head and slowly asked: "What day?" Vuong Xao Tran gritted his teeth: "The night before the incident happened!" I took out my phone and opened the door access history from the apartment management board:

"The night before the incident, I was in the hospital emergency room. An An had a fever, Ha Tuan stayed with me until two in the morning. The door from my house was never opened once."

I submit my log history to:

“So, Ms. Vuong. Did that boy come into my house, or did you *want* him to come into my house?”

Vuong Xao Tran's lips moved. At that moment, the court clerk quickly walked in holding a fax. She whispered a few words to Judge Tuong. Judge Chiang received the fax, his face darkened. He looked up at me:

"Duong Hoa, the response letter from the police station has arrived. On that household registration application, there is indeed your signature."

My heart sank. The judge turned to the last page: "And also the signature of your husband, Ha Tuan." 04 I stared at that fax page, my ears ringing. My signature. Ha Tuan's signature. The two names are parallel at the bottom of the application form. The handwriting looks so familiar that it's scary. Especially my signature, which has the familiar upside-down hook in the last stroke. Vuong Xao Tran seemed to have grabbed a lifeline and immediately stood up:

"Judge, did you hear that? She's still sitting here pretending to be innocent! The household registration was made by herself, and she also hid it herself!"

I hugged my child tightly in my arms, my fingertips were cold. Judge Tuong looked at me: "Duong Hoa, how do you explain this signature?" I took a deep breath: "I didn't sign it." Vuong Xao Tran sneered: "It's not your signature, is it a ghost signature?" I ignored her: "I can request a handwriting examination. Also request to have the camera extracted at the police station on the day of the procedure. If it is true that I personally went to work, I am willing to be responsible before the law." Judge Chiang was silent for a few seconds, bending down to look at the file. Vien Ban immediately spoke:

"The defendant currently denies the signature, clearly trying to delay time. The plaintiff has the truth about the injury, has household registration documents, and photos taken from the camera. We believe that the defendant's family is likely to intentionally shift responsibility."

I looked at him: "Lawyer Vien, you always say that the camera captured the defendant. So please show the entire video here." Vien Bin paused: "We have submitted the key cut-out images. The full video is kept by the management board. The cut-out picture is enough proof." That day a young man appeared." I asked: "Can you see your face clearly in the photo?" He didn't reply.

“Can you see your ID card clearly?”

His face darkened. I continued: "Since you can't see his face clearly, why do you dare to confirm that his name is Ha An An? Because of this copy of household registration? But now the authenticity of this copy is also in question.” The audience members whispered again. Vuong Xao Tran frantically shouted towards Phung Le Le: