Chapter 13 — The Final Flip: When I No Longer Have Patience

“Mom… it's real… it's signed by dad…”

Trieu Hong seemed to have lost all his strength and fell back on the chair.

“It's over… it's really over…”

I looked at the two of them. No emotions at all.

“But…” I spoke slowly.

Their eyes immediately lit up, like a drowning person grasping a straw.

“I called you all here today… not to show off.”

“But to talk about business.”

“Business?” Trieu Hong asked urgently, as if afraid of missing the last chance.

“It's simple.”

I took out another contract and placed it in front of them. It is a transfer of ownership document.

“Sign here.”

“Chu Minh voluntarily gave up one percent of his ownership rights and transferred it all to me.”

“After signing… this house will no longer have any connection to you.”

“Based on what!” Trieu Hong jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, "Why give up! It's also money!"

I didn't answer right away. Just slowly take out the USB, put it on the table, and gently push it towards them.

“Based on… this.”

The two of them looked at the USB, their eyes confused.

“What is this?”

“A video.” I said, my voice was as light as the wind, but each word was as heavy as stone.

"Recording the 'confidences' of two people... at Zhou Weiguo's bedside."

Chu Minh immediately turned pale. Trieu Hong also stiffened, his eyes flashing with panic.

“You… you scared me!”

“Threat or not… you can try.”

I stood up and walked to the TV.

“Plug the USB in here… and you can watch it right away.”

“How about… let's watch it again?”

“Look… when that man was about to die, what did you two say.”

I turned around and looked straight at them.

“This video… if it spreads out.”

“It's not just the whole village.”

“The whole district… will know.”

“At that time, you will no longer be ungrateful.”

“But… it's not as good as a beast.”

The air in the room seemed to freeze. Trieu Hong trembled, uncontrollably. Chu Minh's legs were weak and he could barely stand. I'm not lying. Because it's their dirtiest secret. It's in my hand.

“Sign… or not sign?”

I looked at them. No more anger. It's just cold.

“You choose yourself.”

A silence as heavy as lead fell on the whole room. Only the sound of Trieu Hong and Chu Minh's rapid breathing remained, beat by beat, as if about to burst in their chests. They stared at the USB on the table... like looking at a bomb that hadn't yet exploded. Sweat poured out on Chu Minh's forehead, flowing down his cheeks. Trieu Hong's lips turned white and trembled to the point that they could no longer keep their shape. She understands. They have no way back. As long as that video is released... not only will the house be lost. It means losing face, honor, and even the so-called "humanity". A kind of "death" that hurts more than anything. Trieu Hong, like a deflated balloon, collapsed onto the chair and closed his eyes. One word, which she gritted out from between her teeth. Chu Minh's life seemed to be spared. He held his pen tremblingly, not daring to look at me again. In the “transfer party” part… He signed his name. The handwriting is crooked. Like who he is. Then, press your hands. At that moment, his shoulders slumped. Not because I beat him. But because he... finally saw himself. I took back the contract. Check every detail. Not a single word wrong. I picked up the USB. Right in front of them. A dry snap. I broke it in half. That sound... was like the last thing they were holding on to, broken.

“Inside… I deleted it Already."

I threw the two broken pieces into the trash.

“I don't want to see you guys anymore.”

“From now on… no one owes anyone anything.”

That's the conclusion. Chu Minh and Trieu Hong stood up. Empty eyes. Walking like two soulless corpses. Leaving the house that they only "touched" for less than an hour. I don't look. Because I know. The rest of them… were just really starting. An infertile man. A despised family. A liar... empty-handed. In that village... Their days will be longer than a sentence. And it's all... their own choice. I saw lawyer Ton off. Stay alone. The house was empty... but strangely warm. I walked out onto the balcony. Looking down at the city glowing with lights. Tears... finally fell. Not because of pain. Because I was let go. Because it's starting again. I called my dad.